Page 29 of Diem

“Diem,” I moan as another orgasm surges through me and I sail over while Diem thrusts into me with a grunt. I’m a boneless mass of pleasure when picks me up and turns to the wall, pressing me against the cool tile as he bucks into me rapidly.

It hurts, but it’s a good hurt and I moan into his mouth as he groans and stiffens before warmth fills me to the brim. “Fuck! Yes,” Diem says, and I smile.

We may be at odds basically all of the time but when we come together, I actually feel equal for once in this sordid charade.

Thoughts of which turn my mood and when Diem turns and sets me back on the counter, I wrench my dress down my legs, avoiding his broody stare as I turn to the mirror.

Unfortunately, he can still see my reflection and with a raised brow he steps into me. “Why are you here?”

“I’m just…having fun, okay?”

His brows dip and he says, “Have fun somewhere else.”

“Fine,” I say, and he grips the sink until he’s white knuckled before taking a deep breath. “Thanks for the fuck. Go.”

My tongue burns with the hate resting there but instead of playing my cards, I flick my hair, gratified when he rears back as I say, “I’m going. See you around.”

He watches me walk away and I swing my hips just to piss him off before disappearing out the door.

Through the crowd I go until I spot Bone, who turns to me with a grin. “There’s an after party in the woods. You in?”

“Yep,” I say, following him without looking back.

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Diem

Fuck me but her sweet little ass mocks me as she goes, and it takes all my willpower not to grab her back and fuck her again.

Unfortunately, Maeve is like my favorite treat, too much and I’ll fucking regret it when my stomach hurts after. She’s sweetness and fucking light while I’m the darkness that hides under your bed waiting until you fall asleep.

What would she think if she knew how dirty these hands are? Splaying my fingers wide, I stare at the digits, my mom’s thoughtless words from when I was a little bastard running through my head.You got your daddy’s hands. Big and strong.

The problem is, I don’t want his hands. Too bad because I’m stuck with it and everything else, he piled on me when he made the mistake of procreating. If anyone should have avoided being a parent, it’s that soulless fuck.

Wiping my fingers down my shorts, I grunt and raise them once more. Dirty. That’s what they are. That’s what I am.

Before I can think it through, I slam my fist against the wall and welcome the pain that follows. It’s a reminder. Stay the fuck away from the light, no matter how desperately I itch to bask in the warmth.

With that, I hear my name called and shake my head to clear the stupid thoughts. I know my path, it’s time to stop looking for fucking detours.

When I step into the ring, I smirk, eyeing my opponent. He screws his mouth into a grimace, rushing me and hiding my grin, I grab him up in a bear hug and slam him to the ground.

Fucker thinks he can take me but I’m a fucking god in this ring. This is my world and maybe it’s because I lose myself to the rage when I’m here, but who cares? I’ve yet to find someone whose darkness matches mine.

We circle the mat, trading blows although I’m hyped up enough that I don’t care to draw this out like I normally do. Nope. My skin burns for more and with a grunt, I kick him in the gut and grab him in a chokehold while he’s down.

Ignoring the announcer when he pronounces him down and out, I fuel the feeling I refuse to acknowledge into the fucker who was stupid enough to climb in a ring with me, before I finally pull back.

His grunt echoes in my ears as I stand and raise my arms. Who’s the best now, fucker?

Except as I turn in a circle to the shouts from the crowd, I find myself searching for Maeve and concede, now that I’ve set eyes on my quiet obsession, any joy I felt is gone.

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Maeve

Finding Kenny Rappaport was a bust, but I find I don’t care as I sit on a log between Bone and Matt, giggling hysterically. Between the weed that Bone fed me and the booze we’ve been passing around, I feel for the first time in a while, blissfully free. That is if I ignore the frown Matt sends my way every time, I take another drink.

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