He hums, amusement sparking in his gaze. He tilts my chin up higher, and though I resist, he holds more strength in his pinkie toe than I do in my entire body.
Grinding my teeth, I glare up at him, keeping my gaze trained on him even as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. I don’t return it, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He retreats, though he remains close enough for his mouth to brush against mine as he whispers, “He won't. You can’t make a deal with the devil, and then expect God to save you from it, darling.”
CHAPTER 16
DREAD
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life.
Letting my mom walk out that front door was the biggest. Fucking Reverie Adams definitely takes second place.
I said one time was all I needed, and I meant it.
Except, by the time she finished stripping and sat on my lap, I was already bargaining with myself. And when I saw her spread open for me, her pink cunt sopping wet and so goddamn pretty… I settled on one more time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more perfect in my life. I’ve never felt a hunger like that, either, especially after hearing no one had licked her there before. It was made even worse when she came so hard, her cum squirted from her cunt and all over me.
I would be a goddamn idiot to indulge in that only once.
Then, she looked up at me with those big, penny-colored eyes while she swallowed my cock, and I couldn’t remember why I settled on just one more time. When I felt her tight cunt wrapped around me, I told myself I’d need three max—until I slapped her ass, and she got so fuckingexcited from the pain, she started laughing. I tried to find a reasonable number after that, but then I made the mistake of picturing her doing that for some other asshole, and I gave up.
I made her promise me something I never should have, because now, I can’t let it—no,her—go.
Maybe I could’ve if she didn’t fucking tell me I’m the first to make her come like that, and I’d still really like to know if that’s even true.
It fucking better be.
I'm seeing red just thinking about it being a lie.
Fuck.
I should’ve never touched her. I should’ve just drowned her and let her father take the fall for it. Two D’Amours out of my life in one sweep.
You still can.
I can’t.
She’s a huge mistake, but a mistake I’ll repeat until I get her out of my system. Because Iwillget her out of my system.
My right wrist rests on the top of the steering wheel as I navigate the dark streets, my left elbow propped up on the door while I run the pad of my middle finger over my bottom lip.
Guilt eats me alive, my head conjuring my mom's voice, the same three words whispered brokenly on a constant loop.
How could you?
How could I? I don't fucking know, but I hate myself for it so goddamn much—especially because I don't think I can stop.
The taste of her pussy still lingers on my tongue, and it’s driving me insane that it’s fading. I make a right turn with the heel of my palm, igniting a burning pain in my neck. When my hand returns to the top of the leather steering wheel, I squeeze it with all my strength.
Not only was that the best fuck I’ve ever had, but for the first time in my life, I came so hard, I pinched a goddamn nerve in my neck.
Which is really unfortunate for me, considering I have practice early in the morning. Coach has been pushing me harder after my sleeping med mishap, and a pinched nerve will fuck up my time.
Reverie shifts in the corner of my eye, her body tucked as far into the door as it’ll allow. She’s nearly face-planting the window with how close she is to it. The reflection offers me a glimpse of the soft frown on her face, but nothing about what she’s thinking.
Probably the same thing I am.
Except she’d be happy to let this go and pretend it didn’t happen. She’d rather go back to the way things were before: I make her miserable, and she finds some way to get back at me.
