Listen, I know it’s fucked that she does it at all. But this is different. And I’m demented. I know it. I’m grasping at needles to not spin her around, back her up into the shower, and force her to show me exactly what she does when she locks that door.
Shoving two of my fingers down into her pocket and ripping it open, her hips jut forward and she whips her hands away from her face, shooting a look of horror up at me.
“No more. Not unless I’m watching you.”
“What?” she hisses.
Carefully slipping my hand into her pocket, I get my fingers around the razor blade and pull it out. “If that ruins your plans tonight, I’d like you to know that I’m not busy.”
“Razor,” she whines, her brows flattening with her frown. “Please don’t make this a huge thing. And do not let it leave this bathroom. This is already humiliating.”
Getting the blade between two fingers, the silver glistens under the dim lamp with the taunting rotation of my wrist. “Water’s gettin’ cold, Bunny.”
“It was already cold when I turned it on,” she mumbles, sharpening her eyes at me.
It’s precious. I’ve never seen her round eyes escape innocence. But I’m pissing her off—and it’s glorious.
I smile, inching the sharp edge underneath her jaw. “That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d get in with me.”
She snarls politely, stiffening her neck as I pass the blade over her delicate skin. “You’re gross.”
“I’m sick,” I exhale, rushing closer to her pouty mouth. “And so are you.”
Her eyes barb, but to contradict the attitude I’m bringing to the surface, she slightly tilts her head, giving me access to run the blade down her neck. “You didn’t really answer my question.”
“Oh?” my brows raise, inching closer to her sweet breath.
“Yeah. I asked youwhyyou were listening,” she whispers.
The airiness of her voice slips through my inhale, getting so close I can feel the aura of her lips tingling along mine like a corrupt tease. “I told you, Bunny. I knew you were cutting yourself.”
“Why do you care?” she finishes with a gasp, going stiff beneath the blade sweeping over her carotid artery.
Fuck, it has me smiling again. Right in her face.
I’ll be nice and play fair. For now.
Tucking the blade against my palm, I curve my index finger and brush my knuckle down her fast pulse. “You are an integral part of the house. We can’t lose you.”
I can’t lose you.
Her eyes relax, returning to the sparkling innocence that weakens every muscle in my body.
“Horny, horny, horny!” The bathroom door busts open and my spine snaps straight, my fingers instinctively hooking around Bunny’s hips with the blade tucked against my palm. “I’m calliiinnn!” Ora sings with a paralyzed tongue, stumbling into the bathroom with a lazy smile.
Bunny twists around in my grip, and I’m aware that Ora is highly inebriated, most likely walked home alone in the dark like this, but Bunny’s ass is pressed right against my dick and it’s making it impossible to focus.
Ora hiccups, her eyes stretching wide with a gasp. “Oh, fuck! You guys are-”
My brows plunge, trying to hear any sort of fucking English stammering out of her mouth. But it just sounds like a VHS someone beat the shit out of trying to rewind the tape, and they popped it back in and guess fucking what? They summoned a poltergeist.
“Ora… I don’t know what you just said.” Bunny wipes her forehead, distressed with the heavy scent of liquor emanating from Ora’s gibberish.
Ora sways a step closer, bracing a hand to the peeling floral wallpaper. “Do you think Xene wants to-”
“Yes!” Xene hollers raspily over her, the springs of his bed screaming and the floor immediately rumbling.
In no time, Xene is scampering to a stop behind her and yanking her away by her neck. She giggles and wiggles her fingers at us, disappearing down the hall—into my room.
