Page 136 of Toxic

On a strange impulse, I stepped up beside him and slipped my hand into his. I saw him flinch, and he looked at me with his now red eyes, his face softening immediately from anger to something gentle and warm. And I felt… something tighten in my chest.

And I also felt his love, brimming inside him, directed toward me, like a fresh wave of air.

Alvin seemed shocked that Skye had shoved him like this.

"It was for your own good, you jerk! That guy’s toxic as hell! He was playing you all!"

"Maybe he wouldn’t be if your current boyfriend hadn’t raped him!" Skye tried to lunge at them again, but I pulled him back. He could easily have jerked out of my grip, of course, but I somehow knew that he was almost physically incapable of doing anything brutal or violent when it came to me. On some level, I knew that I could hold him with just one finger, and he would not move. The tenderness he had toward me overpowered his aggression toward them. It was kinda… exhilarating.

"You’re stupid for falling for him," Alvin muttered, spitting on the ground.

"Oh? And I should take dating advice from someone with impeccable taste, who's dating a rapist!"

"Jeez, you're exaggerating—"

"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, feeling my body tighten up. "I begged him, Alvin! Don’t you understand? I begged him not to do it! I pleaded and pleaded, and he didn’t listen! He raped me and choked me and just didn’t stop! In no scenario is this okay! You can do better than dating this fucking predator!"

Alvin froze, his gaze locking on me, then he blinked and swallowed. It was the first time it seemed to register with him. His gaze flickered to Don with uncertainty.

"Remember when you came to me, to test me? I said no and you walked away. You respected that I didn’t want it. But he didn’t stop, he didn’t react to my pleading, Alvin!"

Now Alvin looked a bit jittery. He let out a huff and said, "I’m… I’m sorry that it happened to you," he muttered. "He did the wrong thing."

"Are you serious?" Don growled, wiping blood from his mouth. "You’re siding with them?!"

"You shouldn’t have forced yourself on him, Don," Alvin said firmly. "And don’t downplay it. What you did was a heat rape. There’s no way around it."

"Who cares?! He’s just a whore!" Don shouted, but Skye managed to hit him with his fist again, despite me holding him back. This time, Don fell to the floor and went still, losing consciousness. A trickle of blood came from his mouth. Alvin looked at the scene but didn’t kneel beside Don; he just stood there with his eyes wide open and didn’t even stop Skye when he kicked Don in the crotch, growling like a beast, his eyes glowing red.

But I didn't want it to end with his arrest, because some people in the hotel lobby were already approaching us, ready to intervene.

"Not worth it!" I shouted, pulling him toward the stairs.

To be honest, I was a whore, or rather I knew I would be after what I had planned for today. Maybe it was pointless to fight with words that had meaning after all.

And I didn’t want to see these two any longer.

So, as soon as we reached the stairs, I did what I’d wanted to do for a while. My emotions were boiling over, raging. There was no turning back. I pushed Skye against the wall, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him hard, like I wanted to bite his lips off. I felt an enormous sense of relief, finally pressing my body against his. I wanted just one thing. The alcohol had helped me shed the last of my morals, muffled my conscience, muted my decency… and I knew this was going to happen tonight; I knew it was inevitable anyway. Fate wanted it this way. And I was already a treacherous bitch, regardless of anything. I just accepted it.

SKYE

Soren’s dark pink lips tasted like raspberries and vanilla cream. And vodka. My anger immediately melted away. I forgot the sight of Don’s face, blood streaming down. In one instant, all the negative feelings vanished, replaced by hunger and the desire to satisfy it…

But Soren quickly pulled back, still holding my hand. His eyes were almost black, his pupils huge.

"Do you want it, Skye? If you want it, you can have it tonight."

"I want anything you want to give me!"

"Today you will get it, then," he said, turned around pulling me behind him and rushed up the stairs

Literally in a dozen seconds we were on our floor, I pushed open the door to my room and Soren followed behind me.

We kissed again right behind the closed door. I pressed him against the wall, his mouth was open, waiting, so I devoured his lips, the tip of my tongue plunging in, deeper with each teasing swirl, exploring, tasting the inside, so wet and yielding. Soren let out that soft, broken, sweet sound I loved just as I pulled away from his lips and shifted my attention to his neck I had missed so much. My greedy lips sucked hard at his gland, slightly grazing itwith my teeth. As Soren let out a serenade of delightful sounds, my whole body trembled in preparation for the one thing—that I had wanted all along.

I knew this was the day my dream would come true.

To be honest, I didn't even remember how we shuffled over to the bed, Soren collapsed on it and I collapsed on top of him, pulling up his thin mesh shirt that I had been staring at all evening, instantly noticing how stiff and dark the raspberry tips of his nipples were, and obsessively concentrating on them, nibbling and sucking, turning them into tight, dark red peaks.

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