Page 40 of Bittersweet Endings
“Come for me, little doll.”
And then I exploded around him, groaning incoherentlybefore he finally dropped the belt, and I heaved in air as he came inside me.
I could feel him dripping as he pulled out of me. Then he dropped to his haunches, helped me step into my thong, and yanked it back up my legs.
“Don’t wipe it off. I want them all to smell me on you.” He stepped into his pants, the dark monster I wanted in my bed and between my thighs.
I pulled him by his tie and he let me kiss him roughly. “Tell me how she thinks I taste when you kiss her goodnight.”
I shoved him back and stepped into my dress. Turning my back and glancing over a shoulder as he zipped me into it. Then I opened the door and wandered down the hall in search of the actual women’s restroom.
“You’re mine, Octavia.”
I paused, looking behind me.
He tapped his lips. No doubt my makeup was smeared, since it was all over his face. He looked thoroughly fucked and almost calm.
This man had me so screwed up.
Finally seeing the sign for the ladies’ room, I darted for the door. Once inside, I stood at the sink and stared at myself. I looked like a ravaged sex doll with my hair everywhere, lipstick smudged, and his cum drying between my legs. I was goddamn powerful, and as I put myself back together, I felt even stronger.
“You’re disgusting.”
I paused, seeing the blonde at my back.
“Dancing with that old man while staring atmyman,” she scoffed, and I turned to look at her. It was a shame. At one point, I bet she was naturally pretty. Until she wasn’t.
“Sometimes, a girl needs a daddy to make it all better. Do you have one?” I smirked.
She flinched, and I stepped closer to her.
“Stay away from Carmine,” she said, and I laughed, unable to stop myself. “I know who you are. You can’t have him anyway.”
“We get older but mean girls stay the same.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Let me help you out here. If you know who I am, then you know Carmine is the enemy.” I stepped into her space. “And, sweetheart, he’s fucked me in every dirty and delicious way possible.”
“Oh, please. I doubt he fucked you. We haven’t even—” She stopped hard, realizing she’d slipped up.
He hadn’t touched her. I goddamn knew it. It was all games to make me jealous.
“Sweetie,” I tucked a loose strand of hair away from her face. “Go kiss your man.” I stepped around her and headed for the door. Right at the cusp of the exit, I threw over my shoulder, “And let me know how I taste.”
The door started to close, but I could hear her angered scream. And like a real bitch, I strutted back into the room with an added pep in my step.
Chapter Twelve
PEIRO
The music and commotion pulsed through these goddamn walls like a heartbeat. But my blood ran cold as I felt them threatening to close in on me. I took a sip of my drink, my fingers tightening around the sweating glass. Knuckles pale. Bloodied.
She was there. Right there.MyOctavia. Just across the floor.
She practically glowed under the dim lights. Red lips to match her red heels, black dress clinging to every soft curve. It was practically painted onto her skin. She was a storm wrapped in silk, the embodiment of every fantasy that haunted me. My mind was stuck on repeat.
Those images of her under me, writhing and bleeding. My palms itched to feel her again. The room turned into a blur of color and sound, but she was all I saw.
Suddenly, the knife was in my hand and I watched her move. She smiled and her hips swayed lightly to the music. Draped in black like my soul, those goddamn lips blood-red, and heels clicking like a countdown to the inevitable. To thetime when she was back in my arms, my bed, and at the end of my knife. It made me physically ill not being able to touch her. To see my mark on her. The bass pulsed, but the rhythm was off. It was too slow, too fast, twisting and warping in my ears.
She wasrightthere.
