Page 118 of Cruel Legacy

I close my eyes and open my mouth again. This time I keep them closed when he puts his finger in my mouth again. “Suck.”

I do. Tasting the filling from his squid puff. I swallow while his finger is still in my mouth. He slowly retracts it, then tells me to open it again. This time when I do, he puts the entire thing in my mouth. I bite down and chew. “Tell me what you taste.”

“Squid. I taste squid.”

“What else?”

“It’s um. Kinda sweet but peppery too.”

“That’s the Sweet Paprika. What else?”

“I can taste the potato and herbs, and nuts?”

“Olive oil. Now open again and this time chew slowly. Let the flavors melt onto your tongue.”

I comply, and when I’m done with the second bite, he tells me to open again. This time, he tilts my chin back and puts a glass to my lip. I drink, shocked at the dark hint of wine.

I moan as the wine accents the flavors lingering on my tongue. Before I can finish swallowing, Finn’s mouth is on mine. Pushing his tongue inside. Our tongues swipe around each other, sharing the fluid. I almost moan again, as I get a double hit of the food and drink from his tongue.

We break apart, and my eyes open. He’s still close. His eyes hooded as he looks at me. “Well, what do you think?”

I swipe my thumb over my lip, catching a stray drop of wine. He grabs my hand, sucking my thumb into his mouth. My core clenches. Fuck, that feels good.

First, he fingers me in the locker room, now he’s stealing kisses, and I didn’t stab him or punch him, which would be totally justified after the shit at my chastity vow. I don’t know why it’s so easy to let my guard down around him.

I murmur, “I think you get to keep your secret, Number Three.”

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LJ flops down on my bed, a dramatic sigh falling from her lips. I roll my eyes at her antics. She obviously wants to talk about something, but she’s waiting for me to ask what’s wrong.

This is why I’m shit at this normal friendship thing. I don’t ask what’s wrong. I expect people to put on their big girl or boy panties and just say what’s on their mind. The silence stretches on and when it becomes too much for her, she finally says something.

“You know, when people walk in and sigh real loud and don’t say anything, you’re supposed to stop what you’re doing and ask what’s wrong.”

I look up from the notes I’m reading and say, “Or you could just come in and say, ‘I’ve had a fucked up day’ and tell me whose ass I need to kick to make it better.”

She opens and closes her mouth. Then repeats the action two more times, but no sounds come out. I think I broke her.

“You would do that? Just go around kicking ass, because I said someone upset me?”

“Of course. That’s the kind of friend I am. Not the sit around and talk all about feelings all the time type. We can do it sometimes. But I find a good ass kicking can do wonders for a mood.” That puts a smile on her beautiful face, and I say, “Go on and vent now. I’m listening.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Why not? I thought you were upset.”

“I was, but you’ve made me feel better.”

“How? I haven’t spilled any blood yet.”

She looks away and I know she’s embarrassed about whatever she’s about to say. “Eloise was talking in class about organizing a luncheon and made a comment that I wasn’t included because I’m not one of them. You know, because I’m no longer a pledge and don’t have friends.”

I jump to my feet and stomp over to my closet to put my shoes on. Bitchy Beat Down the Sequel coming right up.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Babe. You just gave me my marching orders.”

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