Page 50 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“What are you doing?”

“I want to know who’s a dirty, little girl.” He growls, closing in on my face like it’s his target. His breath fans my face as I sit here and wonder if I should tell him or just run from the car. When I hear the soft click of the locks, I know that option is out. “You can either tell me now or later, either way… I’ll find out..” He winks.

“I, uh.” I stammer. “It’s, it’s me. I’m the dirty, little girl” I whisper, turning my head away from him, when he reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to face him once again.

“I know.” He mumbles before his lips find mine and they crash together. He tastes like sin and desire mixed with rage and anger.

I shouldn’t be doing this, what if someone sees me and reports back to Bash? I try to pull away, but all that does is makes him pull me across the seat, directly into his lap. He reaches down and adjusts his seat to give us more room. I have to stop this, but then, he deepens the kiss, and I’m falling.

Falling into the darkness of this kiss that threatens to pull me under, but do you think I make any attempt to stop him from greedily taking what he wants? No, I add fuel to the fire by grabbing his face and pulling us even closer together. He chuckles against my lips.

“What’s so funny?” This time I do break away.

“You, because you really are a dirty, little girl.” He laughs, placing his head against mine. “I shouldn’t have done that, and no matter how bad I want to fuck you right now in the backseat of my car, I can’t. You should leave now before I say fuck this self-restraint shit.” He grunts.

“I’m glad one of us is thinking straight.” I whisper, very carefully getting back into my seat, preparing to step out when he grabs my arm.

“If I were thinking straight, I would never have offered you a ride in the first place.” He says. His facial expression is somber as he watches me. “You aren’t mine to play with.” He grumbles.

“I’m not anyone’s to play with.” I growl this time as a loud boom of thunder crashes across the sky. I scream and grab his hand so tight that if I were to look down, I’m sure it would be purple.

“Are you scared of thunder?”

“I’m, I’m terrified of the weather.” I say, looking at him as his gaze burns a hole into me. Not being able to stand it any longer, I put my head down and try to release his hand but he only holds it tighter.

“Is someone in there waiting for you?”

“Hopefully, my best friend. I haven’t seen her since the party, so I don’t know if she made it back or not.” I begin as my phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” Gaia screams.

“G, I’m in the driveway at home. Are you here?”

“Yes, there’s a storm coming. Do you need me to come out and get you?”

“No, can you wait for me in my bed?”

“I’m already a step ahead of you, babe.”

“Thank God. I’m on my way in.” I say, shutting the phone and turning back to meet his penetrating stare.

“Is G a girl or boy?” Interesting, why does it matter?

“If you must know, it’s a girl.” I say, reaching for the door handle.

“Take care. It was a pleasure to meet you… Until next time.” He says, winking at me and kissing my knuckles before he releases my hand.

How did my life go from being a vanilla lover, to fucking one guy, then three years later fucking two and making out with another all in the same twenty-four hour period? This seriously only happens in those smutty books I adore.

“See you around, Karter.” I whisper, exiting his car and running up to the front door of my house. I look back once before I open the door and let myself inside. I hear the squeal of his tires against the street as he takes off.

Once inside, my back hits the door as I release a breath of air I was holding.

“Athens, is that you?” I hear G call out from my room as another boom of thunder crashes in the sky. I race to her, scared shitless.

When I make it to the doorway, I see her hold the covers up for me and jump inside as I begin to cry. “Why are you crying, babe?”

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