I wait until she’s inside the house, no doubt frustrated from our interaction. However, I’m anything but. I’m more turned on than I’ve been in a long fucking while. She thinks she can handle this game, but I’ll make sure my little deviant works her ass off just to please me.
8
HER
THE PAST
I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I craved the attention, the touch of his fingertips as they trailed over my skin. In the darkness of the room, he wasn’t him and I wasn’t me. We were strangers, drenching ourselves in sin.
And I’ve never felt so good.
I said yes to him when I should’ve said no.
I don’t at all regret it.
The door clicks, and I watch as he moves through the room. I don’t breathe for a moment because I can’t deny just how beautiful he is. Everything about him is perfect. From his broad shoulders to the finely chiseled dips and peaks of his torso.
My fingertips tingle to touch them. To feel his smooth skin under my hands. I want to trace my tongue along the V that snakes from his hips down into tight boxer briefs. I can’t look away, committing him to memory because I know I’m not going to be here for long.
The thoughts in my mind swill and spin. I should be at home, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see him once more. The door opens again, allowing light to stream through the bedroom, and she walks in. Long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders.
Jealousy burns through me, reminding me of the humanity that lies within me. The emotions that I usually push to the back of my mind. I don’t like feeling these things, but he promised me it was us and nobody else.
They move together. His arms slip around her waist as she grips his shoulders, much like I did just last night. It’s wrong. It’s immoral. But the deviance I’ve become well acquainted with doesn’t want to leave me be. So, instead of hiding it, I now bask in it.
They kiss, their mouths fuse, their tongues tangle, and his hands slip down to her ass. My clit throbs at the image before me. I want to touch myself just like he’s touching her. His hands grip her harshly, her whimpers can be heard from my spot at the window, and I can’t stop my fingers from toying with my heated center through my panties and my yoga pants. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
They fall to the bed where he fucked me last night, and between the desire and jealousy, my blood runs hot as they enjoy each other. I wait until he’s inside her. I watch until she moans his name quietly.
And then I turn and run.
9
Arabella
Frustration ebbs and flows through me as I walk to school. I could’ve taken one of my aunt’s cars, but I needed time to think. Saturday night in the car with Elian has replayed in my mind more times than I care to count. And even now as I make my way down the hill toward school, I can’t stop thinking about his hand in my hair and how his hot breath fanned over my skin.
I won’t admit how many times my hand snaked into my panties over the past couple of days. He’s affected me. There’s a dangerous allure to him that I want to play with, that I want to see come out.
Elian Donati may be forbidden, bad news all wrapped up in a perfectly tailored suit, but I do love a challenge. I was brought up in a world of lies and smiles, and I can play these so-called adult games as well as the next person.
I may be young, but I’m more mature than most of the girls my age. I’m about ten minutes from school when the rumble of a motorbike catches my attention. The sound slows to a stop beside me, and I turn to find Ahren grinning at me.
“Pretty girl,” he says, tipping his fingers in a mock-salute greeting. “Can I offer you a ride?” His dark brow arches, and I want to admonish him for not wearing a helmet, but I realize he’s holding it out to me. I take the item offered and slip it on. It’s not far to school, but it would be nice to get there early.
I slide my leg over, settling in behind him, and he guns the engine, causing the vibration to slither up my legs, then my spine, all the way through every inch of me. Once my arms are wrapped around his waist, he pulls away, speeding down the road which leads to the school.
I wonder if Marleigh is with Alistor or if she’s at school. After leaving the party, I didn’t hear from her, even though I did send her a few text messages. I know she specifically went to the house for him, and I hope she’s okay.
After Ahren pulls into a spot, he kills the engine and helps me off the bike. I pull off his helmet, handing it back to him before asking, “Do you know if Marleigh is okay?”
“Yeah,” Ahren says with a chuckle. “She’s been holed up in Alistor’s bedroom all weekend. Probably can’t walk straight at this point.” His teasing tone makes me laugh.
“Ah, well that’s sort of good, I guess.”
Dark eyes lock on mine. It looks like he wants to say something, and I almost expect him to mention his brother, but he shakes his head. “I better get to work. How about you come hang out with me on Friday night?”
Hang out.
Friday night.
My usual party night. If I were back home.
“Is this a date? Or are you just being friendly?”
“Why can’t it be both?” he asks, those dark
