Page 52 of The Blue Rose
I grab her hand, pulling her towards me, “You don’t want to cuddle?”Who am I asking her to cuddle?I should just let her leave. But I can't. I don't want her to go. Not yet.
She smiles sweetly at me, and with a defeated sigh, she crawls back into bed, into my arms. “Okay, but only for like ten minutes, then I really need to go.”
Inhaling her scent, now mixed with mine, I pull her closer into me. We stay like that for thirty minutes, then she gets up, kisses me goodbye, and drives away. I let her leave. She’s no longer one of my victims, but she ismine. Not Jessica’s. She is getting in my way. Now that I finally know what I want, who I want, no one will get in my way. There’s only one thing to do. Get rid of everyone who prevents me from having Serena completely.
EIGHTEEN
SERENA
It wasn’t my intention to leave him like that, but after he said he could go one more time, I was scared. I take a deep breath, one hand on the steering wheel the other out the window. He already fucked me into oblivion, and the idea of not being able to walk straight for a week did not seem as fun as it does in the books. That, and he deserved a little pay back.
After all, revenge is best served cold.
He said he was sorry, but if he was truly sorry he wouldn’t have made me feel insecure again. He says all these pretty words, but with the way he acted twice now, his actions aren’t lining up. I wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off, to leave the market and go home. But when he was standing there, kissing me, leaving me breathless, clearly my pussy was doing all the thinking, because next thing I knew I was following behind him to his house.
Needy cunt… but damn, was it good.
He said he was breaking all the rules for me.What does that even mean?I keep meaning to ask him, but my curiosity for his little lamb pet name won over my curiosity for the rules.
Next thing I know, I’m on my knees, tears streaming down my face as I obey what he says. He just has a way about him thatmakes a girl get on her knees when he demands it. I chew on my lip, thinking about my lips around his cock. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it, becausefuckI did. The feel of his cock down my throat, cutting off my air supply, was orgasmic. But looking up at the pleasure it was bringinghim, was what really took me over the edge.
Pulling into my house, I turn off the car, and stumble in.Even without another round, I’m going to feel Aster between my thighs tomorrow.Jessica is laying on the couch, feet dangling off the arm, with a bag of hot cheetos resting on her chest, stuffing her face.
“Hey, I got your text,” she says through another fistful of chips.
I walk over, pick up her legs, and place them across my lap. Throwing my head back, I sigh as my body melts into the couch. Jess tenses, placing the bag on the table beside her as she sits up and scoots closer.
“What’s got you so worked up?” she asks, rubbing my leg.
I look over at her, close my eyes, and sigh. “Aster,” I turn and look into her honey eyes, my brows furrowing the longer I look at her. “How did you get here? Where is your car?”
“I took an Uber, the car is in the shop.”
One eyebrow goes up as I eye her suspiciously. “You didn’t drive here last time either, what’s going on?”
“You’re avoiding telling me what Aster did this time,” she says, crossing her arms.
“You’re avoiding telling me why you never drive here anymore,” I snort, mimicking her, as I cross my arms too.
She looks at me, concern lacing her features. “Serena, you know why.”
I stare at her, my head tilting to the side.What does she mean?A stabbing pain in my head stops everything. My ears ring. My vision blurs. My stomach roils.
My body lurches forward, my hands pressing into my temples. My eyes pinch shut, as if that would ease the burning, the agony within my mind. I scream, my throat already raw and brittle. It isn’t until I feel Jess shake my body, shouting my name, that the pain evaporates.
Sitting up slowly, the room spinning as I look over to Jess whose eyes are wide with concern.
“Are you okay?” she asks in a quiet voice.
I rub the spot of my head banishing the final echoes of pain. “Yeah. I don’t know what happened.” My eyes meet hers, my breaths shallow. “Maybe I need to go lay down.”
“Maybe you do.” She gets up, offering me her hand, and walks me to my room. She lays me down in the bed, and gets in to snuggle up next to me.
“Want to watch a movie?” she asks, grabbing the remote from my nightstand.
“Sure,” I say, laying my head on her shoulder.
She turns on one of our favorites, embracing the cult classic and admittedly unusual comfort movie,It. I prefer the new one to the original, but Jess loves Tim Curry. Don’t get me wrong, he is a genius actor in everything he does, my favorite role beingRocky Horror Picture Show, but Bill Skarsgard is the very embodiment of Pennywise. No one can convince me otherwise.
