Page 107 of The Dollhouse

Her father narrowed his stare. “No, Willow didn’t say anything to us, although we hardly saw her after she got home.” He glanced at his wife. “I wonder why she wouldn’t mention Zoey.”

I could think of a few reasons, but it seemed her parents were purposefully dense when it came to obvious things. It must be how they’d gotten through life.

“We left your room alone,” her mother said, ignoring the whole Willow thing. “All of your stuff is still there. When will you be moving back home with us?” Her blond eyebrows creased, and the way she spoke made me believe she honestly thought Zoey would drop everything and move back home, as if nothing happened.

These fucking people were insane.

“I’m actually living with Roman right now,” Zoey said, and I knew she purposefully left out Carter and, of course, Lake. Eventually her parents would discover she had more than one lover, but tonight was not that night.

Both her mother and her father looked as though they wanted to scold her and blow a gasket. It was her mother that spoke first: “Well, will you at least come to dinner? Maybe Sunday night? We would love to talk more and learn what you’ve been up to all this time, other than dying your hair pink, of course.”

“This weekend isn’t going to work,” Zoey said. “Maybe next weekend. Now—” Her arm slipped through mine, and she started leading me away. “—Roman and I have to go. It was good to see you.” With a smile that was fully sarcastic, she led us away, holding her head high. That smile did not fall off her face until we got back inside the house.

Zoey took us through the house, to the front. It would seem we were leaving the party early—just fine with me, since we’d accomplished what we’d come here for: talking to her parents. Tonight wasn’t the night to blow shit up; I was certain Zoey wanted to wait until she could make the biggest bang.

We got our car back from the valet, and I drove us away. I said nothing, for I knew Zoey would have plenty enough to say for the both of us. Her pink head was turned toward the window, and she watched as the scenery rolled by.

“Well,” she whispered, slow to bring those blue eyes to me, “that was interesting. What do you think of my parents?”

My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. It had been very difficult for me to hold myself back from them, to stop myself from telling them off completely. Almost as hard as it was for me not to fantasize about killing them. How quickly all our problems could vanish just like that.

But, alas, Zoey didn’t want that. A pity.

“They’re… horrible people. I don’t know how you handled them before without killing them.” I spoke the truth because there was no point in lying to her. Zoey knew how good I was at my job, at killing. There was no point in sugar-coating anything. “Fucking shallow idiots. All of them at that party were, not just your parents.”

Zoey nodded. “Yep. They all are.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe it. They think I’ll just drop everything and move back home with them like nothing happened. Did you see how my mom couldn’t stop staring at my hair once she realized it was me? She hated it.”

“It is quite… bright.” That got her to glare at me, and I just shrugged. That was the truth. Bright pink, just like the shoes she usually wore, those fucking shoes. Don’t even get me started on those hideous things.

But Zoey liked them, just as she liked her hair. They were a part of her, so even though it was not my favorite shade, I would deal with it.

“I wonder if Bryan’s parents put out a missing person’s report on him, or if they still think he’s out there, looking for me. They’ll hear that I’m back in Hillcrest. I’m sure my mom will tell them, since they weren’t there tonight.” She sighed, fiddling with her hands on her lap. “I wonder if they’ll send the police our way to question us about him, if we’ve seen him.”

“If that happens, we will deal with it,” I said, because we would. We would deal with anything Hillcrest or her parents threw at us.

“I’m glad you’re so comfortable with all of this.”

I harrumphed. “I am not. This whole place makes me itch, but you know I will do anything for you.” At that, I threw a pointed look in her direction, a quick look since I was driving, but a look nonetheless.

Zoey’s lips curled into a smile, and unlike the one she’d given her parents, this one was real. This one told me what her words could not: she was mine. One hundred percent, unequivocally mine. Mine in every way.

“I appreciate you,” she said. “So much. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Roman.” The way she whispered my name filled me with a sense of purpose, of satisfaction. Knowing she needed me was indescribable in how it made me feel. I could never hear those words enough.

We arrived at the house soon after, and I pulled the car into the oversized garage, the lights above flickering on with the movement. I hit the button on the visor and shut the garage door behind us after turning the car off. Since we’d only brought a single car here, there was ample space in the garage. The place was big enough to fit at least three more, possibly four or five, depending on how close together you parked them.

Zoey and I got out of the car, and I ran a hand down my suit, watching her as she walked around the car toward me. Her hips swayed, her eyes sparkling. She stopped when she stood before me, leaning into me, puckering her lips, wanting a kiss. She was taller with the heels she wore, and yet not quite tall enough to reach my mouth on her own.

My lips curled into a smirk, and I grabbed her hip, fingers curling around it as I spun her so her back leaned against the side of the car. I slipped the keys I still held onto into my pocket before bringing my other hand to her neck.

Such a tender thing, slender and breakable. The one neck I would never snap, yet the one I found in my hands more often than not.

I lowered my top half, pressing my lips upon hers, tasting her lip gloss and devouring everything she was. My body leaned against hers, pinning her to the car with the strength inside me. My heart picked up its pace, every part of me growing hot instantly.

I wanted this girl. Of fucking course I did. It’d been too long since I’d felt that pussy around my cock. Too fucking long. Since this city was one where you could never wear a dress twice, even to different events, I figured it didn’t matter if we fucked it up now.

When my lips left hers, Zoey whispered a desperate, “Roman.” She arched her back against the car, lifting a hand to the wrist near her neck, holding onto me gingerly. When she swallowed, I could feel her throat working beneath my hand, and I knew she wanted me. I knew her thighs squeezed together, her cunt’s walls tightening in anticipation of my cock. I also knew she would drop to her knees right now and take my cock into her mouth if I told her to.

But I wouldn’t. Right now I just wanted to feel that body writhing because of mine.

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