Page 62 of Doesn't Count

“Yes please!” He smiles.

He has a pretty face, a light scruff that coats the lower half, all soft features with a California surfer charm. These men are all gorgeous, but none of them make my heart stutter.

“Good news for you, I’m on birth control now.” I whisper in his ear, my eyes glancing over to Khaos.

“Damn, Ash.” He shoots Khaos a nervous glance, knowing that it’s his nuts on the line.

“Don’t... say another word.” Khaos stops him.

Hypnos’ arm retreats and he throws both hands up in surrender. There’s tension in the air so thick it’s choking everyone. It’s the storm that’s been brewing between me and Khaos, the clouds dark and heavy. His eyes like lightning that strikes the sky before the thunder cracks.

“This just got weird again.” Kokytos sighs, scooting out of the booth and to his bunk.

“Yeah, I’m out.” Than agrees and follows.

It’s the three of us now, mostly because I’m blocking Hypnos in and he’s too afraid to say anything without one of us snapping.

“So now you’re on birth control? Planning to fuck anyone?” Khaos snarls.

“Oh God, I don’t want to be here.” Hypnos finally stands up and climbs over me to seek cover.

“Maybe.” I shrug.

He pushes out a sardonic laugh, “You are trouble, aren’t you, Eris?”

My shoulders sag as he gets up from the table, grabbing the bottle of Patron and popping off the cork. He chugs a few times and slides the bottle my way.

This isn’t at all the storm I was anticipating, it’s like the clouds split in two and passed right over us. Only I’m in a killer drought and was desperately relying on that rain.

He nudges his head towards the bottle, urging me to take a sip, so I take five. It burns like boiling water, but so does being near the devil.

“I hate you.” He says as I place the bottle back on the table.

I nod, “I know.”

“Everything about you drives me insane. I hate that you only wear sundresses. I hate that your lips are always glossy and pink. I hate that everyone likes you. I hate that I have no real reason to hate you other than I just do. Most of all, I hate that every time I look at you, I want to fuck you.” He rants, frustration etched in the line between his furrowed brows.

“Well, I hate that you wear that stupid mask all the time. I hate that I’ve never even seen your lips. I hate that despite the fact that you’re an asshole, everyone seems to think there’s moreto you. And I loathe the fact that maybe I do too.” I glower at him.

“Good, now that that’s out of the way. Come here.” He demands, patting the seat next to him.

I roll my eyes. “I think I get enough Khaos in bed.”

“Hardly. Now, unless you want me to drag you across this table, I suggest you listen.”

I can’t help the smirk that plays across my face, my arms crossing stubbornly. “I’d like to see you try.”

Like with every challenge, Khaos doesn’t disappoint. He climbs to his feet, rounding the table to my side, and towers over me. I can see every ab muscle beneath his tight black T-shirt, the fabric clinging to him like a second skin. I want to rake my nails down the front of his chest and watch him bleed.

He inches forward, forcing me to scoot along the booth, my back hitting the bus window. I’m caged in with nowhere to go, Khaos crawling toward me. His hands, donned with silver metal rings, grip my thighs, ripping them open.

I squeal, shoving the skirt of my dress between my legs, but he quickly swats me away.

“I was just looking for a nice, friendly conversation, but you just had to disobey.” There’s an air of danger to his tone.

“You and friendly, HA! That’s a combination I never expected.”

He settles himself between my open thighs, his body pressing one of my legs into the backrest of the booth, the other against the table. With fingers made to torture, he slowly pushes the edge of my dress up, revealing wet panties.

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