Page 50 of The Deception You Weave
My heart jumps into my throat remembering the consequences of the last time this happened.
Tears burn my eyes as memories threaten to overtake me.
The second he's done, his hands release my hips and I collapse on the ground at his feet. Pain shoots out from my knees and hands but it's nothing compared to the agony that rips through my chest.
I scramble around, pulling my bottoms up and flipping over.
He's already dressed once more and staring down at me with menacing eyes.
"Stay out of my business, Princess."
"Like you stay out of mine."
He takes a step toward me, but if he thinks I'm going to cower, then he's going to need to think again.
A squeal falls from my lips as he reaches out and grabs me by the throat, lifting me from the dirty ground. His jaw pops as he stares at me before his eyes move to my lips once more.
"Kiss me," I growl. "I dare you."
"Fuck you," he spits, dropping me and storming into the darkness.
"Holy shit," I breathe, my trembling hand coming to my throat where his fingers just were. "Fuck."
The sound of the party just a few feet away comes back to me and reality comes crashing down.
"What did I just do?"
It takes me a good five minutes to get my body under control enough to be confident that when I stand my knees won't give out.
I right my bikini, covering myself up, but I already know I can't just walk back like nothing happened.
I'm covered in mud, I've got scrapes on my knees and cheek and I'm sure red, angry marks all over my chest and neck.
Luca or Leon—hell, any of the team—will take one look at me and all hell will break loose.
In hindsight, it's probably not the best thing to do, but under the influence of alcohol and with aftershocks of that earth-shattering orgasm still making my limbs twitch, I turn on my heels and walk away.
The twigs and stones cut into my feet, but I figure it's the lesser of two evils as I make my way toward where I think the road is.
We're not that far from campus, it'll take me twenty minutes tops to get back. If I'm lucky, someone will abduct me and put me out of my misery before I get there.
Shaking my head at my depressing thoughts, I square my shoulders as the streetlights come into view through the trees and continue forward.
I'll just tell the others I got drunk and found a lift home.
I pause, thoughts of my purse, cell, and wallet sitting on the table around the pool hitting me. But it's not enough to make me turn back.
I wince as I step out onto the sidewalk. The ground might be more even, but the rocks cut just as badly as the twigs.
I hurry down the street and I swear I don't breathe until I turn the corner and away from the frat houses that line the previous one.
Pushing my hair out of my face, I hold my head high and walk with confidence I really do not feel.
The street thankfully is empty as I make my way past the houses. I have no idea what time it is, but many of the windows are in darkness. I look back over my shoulder. Their residents are probably partying in the house I just left.
The rumble of an engine makes my spine straighten. My heart rate picks up but I refuse to look over my shoulder in case I have to watch it come to a stop, ready to do or say something.
I know this area is full of students and finding a girl doing the walk of shame in only a bikini probably isn't the most unusual thing they've ever seen but I could really do without knowing that anyone has noticed me.
