Keeping one hand on her warm skin, I reach over for her phone on the bedside table. The book I was reading last night is still there, right next to the glass of water I grabbed for myself. All untouched. It’s as if she knows I’ll be coming back for her.
And the type of books she reads? The scenes she highlights?
I tsk as I give her a kiss on the back of her head. It’s impossible not to feel smug as I enter my birthday to unlock Mina’s phone. It appears someone is a little obsessed with me.
How embarrassing for her.
I squeeze her flesh, breathing in another lungful of her as I navigate through her apps to the account she made especially for me.
Jas Manalo.
It’s almost offensive that she thinks I haven’t familiarized myself with her entire family line. I’ve memorized each and every fucking tattoo on her body, and she actually thought I wouldn’t recognize her in all the faceless photos she posts? It’s insulting.
I trace the snake coiled around her arm, and then the spider on the inside of her elbow. The cybersigilism butterfly wings and the vertebrae permanently etched across her back are ingrained in my mind. There are countless more, like the spires of a gothic cathedral above her knee and a bat above the other, and yin and yang ravens on her calf. She has skulls, flames, and more cyberpunk tattoos all over her body.
One day, I’ll have more than a clip-on book light to see them all. But for now, she can keep playing her game, messaging me through a persona she can hide behind.
I log into the fake account and open her follower list to remove every guy who thinks he has any right to look at her. I do the same to the fashion account she made to message my sister.
I admit, I appreciate the effort she’s making to be friends with the people close to me. It’s endearing and shows her undying dedication to me.
Every time either Mitchell or I ask Sabrina about their friendship, she’s confident that they’re legit. I’ve seen their texts. Mina’s been opening up to her.
I was concerned at the start, but from what I’ve seen, other than a couple of things, she’s always been honest with Sabrina. I’ve even watched them interact from outside the window of a restaurant, and they genuinely looked like they were having fun.
After returning the phone to where I got it, I snake my hand over Mina’s waist and down the curve of her hips, to the inside of her bare thighs. I push my hips against her as I brush my fingers over her cotton panties.
I slide the material aside and bite back a groan. Fucking hell, she’s warm. The delicate skin of her little nub is already driving me wild. The softest, barest moan passes her lips, and I rub her clit twice to hear it again, relishing the sound.
She fucked up tonight.
I wouldn’t have to do this if she just listened. If shetook.It. Back.
But no. She has to force my hand. I have no choice but to remind her who she belongs to.
I carefully push my knee between her thighs to spread her legs and give me better access. Her breathing slowly grows shallow as I continue circling my fingers over her clit. I trail my lips down her neck, leaving marks that will be gone by morning. I’ll need to give her something more permanent one day.
Does she really think she can wear another group of men’s colors? That she could wear another fucking man’s number?
Only I get to occupy her mind. She only wearsme.
Just the recollection of seeing her in the crowd supporting someone else has my vision clouding red.
And she left me on fuckingread.
All reason escapes me as rage sends my blood to near boiling. I push two fingers into her cunt and hold her to me when her entire body convulses.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
I’m not the one getting felt up, and my eyes are already rolling to the back of my head. I’ve barely done anything to her, and she’s already soaked.
Yet she doesn’t wake. She never does. My girl knows she’s safe with me.
When I lift my knee, her body complies without any restraint, spreading wide open for me to pummel my fingers into her sweet pussy. Just like the other times I’ve played with her cunt, the only reactions I get from her are hiccuped mewls and heavy breaths.
I fuck my fingers into her, enjoying the feel of her, and how fucking responsive she always is to me.
Mina has left me no choice but to take it further tonight. I wouldn’t need to if she just listened—and I couldn’t be more grateful that she misbehaved.
