Page 39 of Diem

With a tiny smirk, he says, “Baby, I already had enough to know, I don’t want more.”

It takes a moment to catch up to his words and with an ugly smirk, I say, “Good, then stay the fuck out of my business.”

His arms tighten briefly before he lets me loose. I stumble before righting myself and he tosses over his shoulder while walking away, “Have at it.”

Diem disappears after that and as much as I’d like to flirt more with the guy who did show interest, my heart’s not in it.

I know I should move on and it’s particularly pathetic to lust after someone who’s being a total dick. But I still remember the boy from before and that’s what’s fucking with my head.

He was fierce and scrappy, but he wasn’t a cruel asshole. I miss that fucking boy more than I can describe.

Slightly tipsy and feeling morose, I find the bathroom and pee before exiting. I don’t want to go back to the party though and instead, I lean against the wall.

Why can’t I ignore Diem as easily as he seems to ignore me? Why is he always at the forefront of my mind?

Gah.

And what do I do about Skull? I have to tell him but some part of me is afraid he’ll laugh in my face. That might break me.

“I guess limp-dick couldn’t get the job done?”

Glancing up, I meet Diem’s glittery eyed stare and say tartly, “He did just fine. I’m still recovering.”

His brows rise before he cocks his head. I raise my chin, mustering a smirk as he places his hands beside my head, blocking me against the wall.

“Hm,” he says, and I lean away, desperate not to show my hand. Of course, my body has a mind of its own, but he’ll never know if I can help it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, sucking in a breath when he touches my waist.

Tingles trail in his wake as he runs his hand up my side and stops just below my breasts.

Smirking, he says, “Just a little taste, hm?”

Since I can’t resist him and the fiery need he’s showing me, I don’t protest when he leans in and takes my mouth in a heated kiss. Diem is like smoke that overwhelms the system, both warm and deadly and this is what I thought I liked about him.

He’s passionate and real or he was.

Clutching his shoulders, I moan into his mouth and lave my tongue against his until he picks me up and rocks his hard erection between my legs.

He feels so good that I hump his crotch for all I’m worth, begging with my body while sucking back the words trembling on my tongue.

But when he pulls back abruptly, I mewl my displeasure, relieved as he chuckles and moves to pull my bottoms down and off.

“Patience, sweetheart, patience.”

Standing before him half-naked, I pant while he drops his pants to his knees, picks me up and thrusts into me.

“Fuck,” I cry out, before slapping my hand over my mouth.

Smiling greedily, he bucks into me, fucking me into the wall without care. All I can do is hold on for the ride, pleasure cascading through me in silky waves.

His face is so beautiful as he takes what he wants, his dark eyes watching me, and his nostrils flared. My heart clenches when his mouth stretches in a feral smile.

But it fades when he bottoms out inside me and takes my mouth in a heated kiss.

“Mm,” I moan, and he growls, pulling back and pounding into me again.

It hurts so good, I groan, “Harder. Diem.”

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