Page 34 of SNOB

My teeth clench. “Fuck. You.”

“You wish.” A hand lands on my ass, a finger heading right between my cheeks. My body stiffens as his finger slides between my slit. “You really fucking wish. You’re as wet as you were hours ago. Except last time, you weren’t breathing.”

I wasn’t?

Mac saved me?

I flashback to waking up on the grass, Mac’s head floating above mine before the shower goes cold. The way he moves his fingers doesn’t change the heat flowing through me. I need it to stop. I need it all to stop. “I-I’m leaving Paradise Hill.” He rubs against my nub and I hate that my body inches closer to him, an intoxicating buzz filling me. “An-and The Valley.” My legs shake, wobbling under his touch and I can’t do a damn thing about it.

“If you leave, I’ll kill you.” His smirk widens, like a maniac. “Just like I did?—”

“Stop.”

He spins me around, the restraints getting tighter around my wrist. “Mark my words, Butterfly.”

Snap.

His hand leaves my slit, and the sound of a bottle opening comes from behind me. The smell of mango fills the air. My shampoo. He presses his chest against my back and despite the wet fabric between us, I can feel every, fucking, muscle.

I hate it. “Get off me, Mac.”

“If you leave, you will die.” Something stings my eyes before his hands move through my hair. He moves his fingers in a way I haven’t felt in a while, a tingling coming with it. My eyes close again as my head falls against his chest. His fingers press into my scalp and… is he giving me a massage? “I will keep you safe, but I stay in charge.” His lips land by my ear. “Understand?”

It’s hard to hear what he’s saying with how his fingers move. When I don’t respond, another hand drops between my legs again, spreading them. With his fingers on my scalp and his other hand stroking between my legs, it's easy to fall deeper against his chest.

He rubs me in a way I’ve never felt before. Angelo always cut to the chase but Mac takes his time moving his finger in circles. Holding my breath stops me from making noises as something pounds against my back.

Is that his heartbeat?

When he yanks on my hair, bolts fly through me again, distracting from the shampoo burning my eyes. “Do. You. Understand?” He presses harder on my clit, the burn in my eyes disappearing when he does. My thighs close around his hand, something building in my gut. I hate when a moan escapes me but he takes it for an answer. “That’s what I thought.” In an instant, his hands leave me, a rush of cold washing over me as his body eases off mine.

My hands release, both of them dropping to my sides. I’m quick washing the shampoo out of my eyes, with the rest of the cold water.

But when I open my eyes, he’s gone.

With shaky hands I turn the water off. Stepping out of the tub, I look around the bathroom as if he could hide in such a small space. Grabbing my faded blue towel from the back of the door, my clit throbs and my body tingles like his hands are still on me.

What the fuck?

Opening the door, Uncle Jake’s snoring fills the living room and when I'm back in my room, Mac’s not there either.

Moving the tattered sheet out of the way, the window is in place, the same as when I pulled on it before. Plopping my ass on the mattress, my brows knit as I pull the towel tight around me.

Have I officially lost my mind?

My back hits the mattress, staring up at the stain in the ceiling. My heart races as I play the day back in my head.

The fountain. The bathroom. Sun House. Beau.

Get some rest.

I can’t think straight in this state but I still know what I have to do.

My hand comes to my locket around my neck. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to Uncle Jake because of my stupid idea to go to Paradise Hill.

Tomorrow when I wake up, I’m out of here.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, my body heavy. Mac’s face comes to my head, his voice still ringing in my ears as my mind blurs reality.

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