The worst part was, somewhere in my fucked up guilty conscience, I knew that if I had the choice, I still wouldn’t pick her. It would kill her to know I was with Gloria. She’d think it was because Lo was everything she thought guys wanted—hot, blonde, skinny. But it wasn’t that. The thing that turned me on wasn’t the way she looked, it was the way she saw herself.
Dixie deserved someone who looked at her and thought what I did when I looked at Gloria—that she was flawless, a fucking goddess and queen. I didn’t, and the fucked up part was, she knew it and she still stayed. That was what killed my attraction to her.
Even more fucked up was thinking maybe I did that to her. I’d called her a dog, made her crawl. I’d done the same to Gloria, but it was different. She had power. She’d chosen to give that up tonight, give me her submission, and it was hot as fuck. She let me humiliate her by calling her names. She didn’t actually believe them.
“How does this open relationship thing work with Royal?” I asked Gloria, pushing her leg off me. “I know it doesn’t include me. Is that why you asked me to bruise you? So you can show him, and he can castrate me for touching you?”
“What?” Gloria asked, giving me a baleful look.
“I mean, it would do the trick,” I said, sitting and swinging my legs off the bed. I was being a dick, but at least she deserved it. Dixie didn’t deserve any of it—not what I’d just done, and not anything I’d done before. She was just a sweet girl who fell for an asshole. Gloria had been a bitch since the day Royal put a crown on her head.
“I told you, I’m not going to tell Royal,” she said, climbing off the bed and snatching up her own clothes. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I have a conscience, that’s what,” I snapped, jerking on my jeans. “Poor Dixie.”
Gloria snorted incredulously. “She gets you, and I get the sadistic Dolce boys. Forgive me if I’m a little short on pity right now.”
“Your bad taste in men has nothing to do with her,” I said. “Until today.”
“So it’s my fault you cheated on your girlfriend?” she demanded, turning to me as she zipped her jeans. “What, I just pointed my magnetic pussy in your direction, and your pierced dick dragged you right in?”
I would’ve laughed, but I was too pissed at myself, and besides, her tits were still out. Her gorgeous, rosebud-pink nipples made my mouth water like a fucking slobbering dog.
“Well, we know one thing for sure,” she said, yanking on her bra. “Fluke or not, this was a huge mistake, and we’d have been better off never knowing who it was that night.”
“Agreed,” I gritted out.
“Good,” she said. “So… Pretend it never happened?”
I scoffed and shook my head. “Of course. You’re Gloria Walton, the fakest bitch at Willow Heights. And that’s saying something.”
“Yeah, it’s saying that I’m smart and resilient, and I know how to play the game to my advantage,” she said. “Too bad you couldn’t figure that out. Maybe you wouldn’t be a leper if you had.”
“Maybe,” I said with a shrug, pulling on my shirt. “Guess we’ll never know, Butterfly.”
“You better not call me that at school.”
I smirked at her. “I’ll do my best. Butterfly.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t forget your phone.”
I put up the bed, and we made sure everything was just the way we found it. We paused at the door, a moment of awkwardness passing between us despite the fact that my cum was leaking out of her right now and the taste of her cunt was still on my tongue.
“Just so you know,” she said, her voice softer now. “I wanted you to bruise me so I could remember this every time I see the marks, so I could make it last somehow. Not because of Royal. We’re friends with benefits, yeah, but we haven’t been together in months.”
“Good to know.”
She shrugged. “Well, I guess thanks. For the mind-blowing orgasms, and for making sure I know it was a mistake and not something to get all stupid over. You’re just as bad as the rest of them.”
“Trust me, Butterfly,” I said, smirking down at her. “I’m worse. I just wanted to know what it felt like to fuck Royal’s bitch. I’ll enjoy seeing you around school, knowing I could destroy you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “It would destroy you too.”
I shrugged. “I’m already destroyed. They can’t do much more to me.”
She swallowed, crossing her arms and twisting her pretty lips to one side. “Are you going to tell them?”
“Maybe,” I said. “But I’ll sit on the information for a while. I’ve got you pinned, Butterfly. I like watching you squirm, and it’ll be fun being the only one who knows the untouchable queen fucked the school leper.”