Page 86 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

I clean myself up and bring a warm towel to do the same to Six who’s passed out on the bed.

She stirs as I undo her handcuffs and clean between her legs, her eyes opening slightly but the need for sleep still keeping her out of it.

I bend over the bed towards her. “I told you I’d make you listen to me.” I growl against her ear.

Her eyes flutter closed again as she mumbles, “I told you you were trouble.”

I straighten slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I recall her saying that to me when we were kids.

Twice tonight we’ve reminisced about the past.

Two times that we’ve veered off course into dangerous territory that’s better left unexplored.

Because if we wander too close to that, we’ll stumble across the conversation that we can’t fucking have.

That she has always belonged to him, and not me.

I walk out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind me. The party is still going strong two hours after we left it, but I’m not surprised.

Lots of people would give their left arm to be invited to our house, they’re not about to leave it until they’ve maximized every second here.

I head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and an energy bar for Six. After what I put her through, she’s absolutely going to need them when she wakes up.

I’m intercepted by Troy as I’m leaving the kitchen. He’s a football teammate and a close mate but his banter falls on deaf ears right now. I can’t focus on what he’s saying, my attention trained away from him and in the general direction of my bedroom.

I can’t see it from the kitchen, but I’m all of a sudden very aware of the fact that I left Six passed out and almost completely naked in an unlocked room with dozens of people on the other side of the door.

I’d meant to step out for a couple of minutes tops to grab her a snack, but this conversation is dragging. My skin crawls at the thought that someone might walk in there and see her the way I left her.

Troy is midway through telling me something when I walk away without a word, marching back down the hallway and shooting glares at any men I spot near my room. This section is meant to be off limits during parties.I throw open the door and walk in, only to be greeted by an empty room.

She’s gone, leaving no trace of her behind like she was never even here.

Chapter 27

Sixtine

I sneak into my apartment, not wanting any of the girls to see me, and run to my bedroom, closing the door quietly behind me.

I change out of my crop top and skirt and into something comfy. I’m annoyed I left the rest of my clothes at his house, but I didn’t want my humiliating walk of shame to be witnessed by anyone as I ran out of there.

I’d dozed off but had jerked awake minutes later to find Phoenix gone.He’d brutally fucked me until I passed out, untied me, and left without even a goodbye or a kind word.

Maybe I was expecting too much, wanting a kind word from him, but even an acknowledgement or something, anything, that showed that he cared about what we’d done in any way would have been nice.

I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. He’d told me he basically thought I was nothing more than a convenient hole and then he’d fucked me to prove it.

I turn off the light, get in bed and burrow under the covers.

I like that he doesn’t treat me like a pampered princess or go easy on me. I love that he fucks me like a monster, letting me see the completely real, unvarnished version of him that has deviant wants and desires.

I fucking adore that he wants to do all those deviant things tome.

But I’m really starting to hate that the moment we’re done having sex, he goes back to being the giant prick who hates me and can’t be in the same room as me, let alone hide his contempt for me.

And here I am, huddled in bed, sad that he didn’t want to cuddle me tonight.

T’es trop conne.I chastise myself, huffing in frustration, annoyed that I let myself get into this situation in the first place.

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