Page 60 of Warmer, Colder

Even the slight pressure is driving my hips up out of the seat and into her face. “Harder,” I gasp. She listens, eager for me to uphold my end of the bargain. Clawing at my top, I freemy breasts and play with my nipples. With each moan she pulls from, she grows bolder, working her tongue harder, faster, sucking at my clit.

“Fuck, it’s so nice to see you down in the mud for me, getting your hands dirty, finally earning something from me.” Grinding up my hips, I partially ride her face as she brings me closer and closer. But just as I reach that precipice, I shove her back onto her ass.

“What the hell?” she hisses. Despite her irritation, she looks hot as fuck with her mouth and chin wet like that. Covered in me.

“Take your clothes off.” I ignore the way my legs vibrate in protest of my detour.

“What? Why?”

“Consider it part of your tribute.”

She scoffs but does as I ask, stripping herself nude. With her blue eyes glowing and her dark hair, I’d swear she was the witch come to seduce me in the night.

“Now touch yourself.”

Becca crosses her arms over her chest. “Why is this necessary?”

“Because watching you tease those perfect tits will make me come harder.”

Eager for her to shut up and stop overthinking, I take her hand and pinch her fingers around her nipple. As she follows my lead, I reach for my clit, applying pressure on the aching bud of need. A groan of relief echoes into the night when I sink a finger inside myself. It’s a fight to keep my eyes open as the pleasure builds quickly, but I’m not missing a second of Becca’s hands exploring her body. “Look at you, being soinappropriate,” I poke fun at her previous objections to nudity outdoors.

She flips me off with her free hand, but her glazed eyes and parted lips prove I know what she needs. Her shoulders cave forward as she concentrates her touch on her clit, not even bothering to fight me.

“That’s it, baby, water my grave with your pussy.” Two more pumps of my fingers take me past the brink and shove me headfirst into an orgasm. Nowthisis sex magic. Getting off under the full moon, getting whatI wantfor once. It’s a high that I never want to end. “This is just the beginning; I’m going to turn you into my dirty girl. When I’m done with you, you won’t be golden, or plastic, or any of the other things you’ve tried to be for everyone else. All you’ll be is my dirty, ruined girl. My precious little fucktoy who’s grateful for everything I let you do to me.”

I’m so lost in the ecstasy, I don’t have time to prepare as Becca throws herself onto my lap, spearing her tongue in my mouth with a determination that feels like she’s trying to take something back. Our tongues tangle, wrestling for the upper hand, as her nails dig into my wrists that she has pinned against the backrest. But then her teeth tear into my lip and she yanks away, a brief flash of blood before she swallows it. The feral challenge of it sends me lunging forward, forcing us to tumble forward onto the ground.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” She’s sobbing again, beating her restrained fists against me, while I remain stunned and trying to figure out how we got from point A to point B.

A yelp escapes me as she fists the hair at the nape of my neck. “I hate you, Stasi. I hate you for causing all of this. I hate that you’re making me like this.”

Enraged by her words, I grab at the mud and plaster a handful on her face, shoving some of it in her mouth, washing the curse from it. “Don’t you dare try to pretend like you aren’t playing an equal part in this.”

Freeing myself from her clutches, I stumble to my feet and stand over her, but not quickly enough to avoid the mouthful of dirt she spits back at me, splattering my face and hair. From up here, I can see all the little slices in her skin from where the fallen thorns cut her up. My mouth waters to know what herblood tastes like, but I refuse to indulge the urge when she’s on her high horse.

There’s a hesitation, where we simply stare at one another. Her tear-stained cheeks are a confession better than any sentence she could string together.

I relish the challenge that lights her eyes when she pushes up to her elbows, but I’m not letting her get off that easy. I hold her down with my heel to her sternum. “For so many years I’ve dreamed of hearing you scream my name, but god, hearing you sob it through gritted teeth? Watching you choke on it? Seeing the truth of that lust uncontrollably roll down your cheeks?” I lean down and brush my thumb across her soft skin, gathering the tears that glisten there, then roll it over my clit mixing her pain with my pleasure. “Mhmmm, yeah.Thatis the validation I’ve been waiting for. Even if you won’t say it yet, knowing without a shadow of a doubt feels so goddamn good.”

With determined hands, she shoves my heel off of her and scrambles to her feet. “Fuck you.”

“If only you wouldn’t make it so difficult.” I sigh. “You want this, Becca. I don’t know what little masochistic game you’re trying to play, but you and I both know it.” We trade matching glares. “If you want to spend eternity in your cramped little closet, with all your fears and limitations and lies, so fucking be it. But I’m not joining you, so stop trying to pull me back in there.” I bite my lip, punishing myself for the tears that are gathering just behind my eyes. “I won’t go back, and if that means I have to let you go, then so be it.”

Chapter 27

Becca

47 Days Dead

Degraded. Desperate. Depraved.

These are all the things Stasi’s made me. Just some of the reasons she’s bad for me…why weabsolutely, under no circumstances, can be together.

This should go on the list. Pulling out the journal that is definitely not a diary, I revisit the list I made to help me remember why I need to stay away from her.

THINGS I HATE ABOUT STASI

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