Page 22 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her slowly while I swallow all of her moans as she drags her nails down my back. Pulling out of her, I shove back inside her pussy slowly, wanting her to feel every fucking perfect inch. That’s the only plan I have. To make Mia feel everything until she’s as wrapped up in me as I am in her.

“Jett,” she cries out in a strangled scream as her back arches from the bed, her nails digging into me hard enough to cut through my skin.

The pain in my spine begins and I know I need to use again. I already know if I stop in the middle of fucking her she’s going to take it personally, so I struggle through the agony as it makes its way to my hip bones.

Laying my head down, I press my face into the crook of her neck to hide from her. Eventually, she’ll see the bad sides of my life, but not right now. It’s too soon, and I’ll lose her before she even has a reason to stay.

Mia runs her fingers through my hair and speaks with obvious concern.

“Do what you need to, Jett. You’re trembling. It’s painful, isn’t it?”

Fuck.

“I’m fine, Angel.”

Placing her hands on each side of my face, she lifts my head and stares into my eyes. The agony from her disappointment might be worse than the withdrawal.

“Jett, take them.”

I pull out of her, get off her and grab my pills while mentally berating myself.

This is what you do, asshole. You fuck everything up. You really think you can keep a woman like Mia? She deserves more than a junkie. The only way you keep her is by forcing her.

She sits on the bed as I toss three pills back before putting it on the nightstand.

“Can we talk?” She asks sweetly and I know she doesn’t deserve this.

I run my hand through my hair as my right leg starts shaking.

“Later. I’m going to take a shower,” I bite out.

Without giving her a chance to argue, I walk into the bathroom and turn on the hot water before stepping inside. I stand with my hands against the wall, letting the spray run over my head when I feel her behind me. Wrapping her hands around my waist, she presses her lips against my back, kissing me softly.

“Did I say I wanted you in here?”

I turn to her to take my words back, but it’s too late. Mia looks like I slapped her across the face before dropping her gaze to the floor.

“I get it,” she says, “Not so attractive in the light.”

I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me in my tracks.

“Don’t bother, Jett. You think I don’t know you can get women that look better than me? I am well aware that you’re out of my league. Physically, anyway.”

Before I can stop her, she’s out of the bathroom.

Goddamn it, Jett.

I turn off the water, grab a towel, and wrap it around my waist. Leaving the bathroom, I spot Mia with her hand on the door. It’s obvious how pissed she is given how quickly she got dressed.

“Angel, wait.”

She’s still for a long minute before she sighs audibly.

“I can’t do this with you. When I look at you,” she turns to me with a sad expression, “I see our future.”

Relief floods me until she speaks again.

“I see a future with nothing but pain, and I have enough of that already.” A single tear rolls down her cheek and it breaks what heart I still have left into a million little pieces. I feel my anger take hold of my mind to protect me from feeling the hurt.