Page 33 of Unholy

“I didn’t need to hear about all the girls you slept with.”

“Did you think it was only you?”

“I … I don’t know what I thought!”

“I’ve fucked other people, Ash. I don’t plan on it while I’m with you,” he tells me. I slowly relax into his hold and he spins me in his arms so I’m facing him.

“I can’t do what she did.”

“What?”

“Suck you or whatever she’s talking about.” Now, he laughs once more.

“Oh, you can, and you will. She’s just being a bitch to try and piss you off. Why are you letting her?”

“What? Because I’m here with you and clearly she has an issue with that!” I snap at him.

“You think I give a shit about her issue? No, I damn well don’t, and neither should you. You wanted to know what it’s like to be me? Then try not giving a shit, Ash. Fuck her.”

“You did,” I remind him. He laughs again, and this time, I find myself smiling with him.

“See that? You did good just now. Fuck her, Ash. Really, she means nothing.” I nod my head, and he leads me back down the stairs and back inside, where his friends are still drinking.

“Don’t let that bitch get to you, Ash. She’s fucked half this club,” Andy informs me. That doesn’t really make me feel any better, but now I’m kind of glad it wasn’t just Tristan.

“Already forgotten,” I tell them as they pass me another drink. I sip on this one until my head gets a little fuzzy and listen to the guys talking and just messing around.

My body feels hot, too hot. My insides are burning as Tristan runs his hand up and down my thigh. I gasp when he moves it slightly higher.

“Tristan,” I whisper his name near his ear.

“Yeah?”

“I feel warm and tingly all over.” He laughs and presses a kiss to the side of my head.

“It’s the alcohol,” he tells me. “It’ll make you feel like that.”

“No. It’s like I need something,” I admit to him.

“You’re horny, Little Nun?” he asks me. I don’t know what that feels like, but if this is it, then yes.

“I don’t know,” I tell him. He leans in, nipping my earlobe, sending more heat coursing through my body.

“I need you, Tristan,” I tell him.

“You have me.”

“You know what I mean. I think … I think I need sex,” I whisper causing him to laugh once more. He bites my earlobe harder this time and nods his head.

“Home or here?”

“Home?” I ask him. He nods his head, but then I see some strange look in his eyes. He moves his gaze from me to someone else and then to his friends. They both see what I don’t.

“What?” I ask. Tristan shoves me off his lap before standing and moving toward some other guy. His fist pulls back and slams into his face before I hear the name Shane leave his mouth. The man falls to the floor with Tristan on top of him, but I’m so out of it right now that I don’t know what to do but stand and watch.

His friends move in to pull him away from the guy’s lifeless body, and that’s when he turns to me and grins. I should be scared, but with this much alcohol in me, I’m not.

“Fuck, Tristan,” one of the guys says, but I can’t tell who. The room is spinning, and my body is humming with need. Need for Tristan.

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