Page 54 of Tell Me Why
“If you try to fuck me again, I swear—” I bring my leg up and wedge my foot between our bodies, using it to push him away. He’s much stronger than me, though, so my efforts are a joke. “—I’ll scream.”
Not that it’ll matter. Who would come to my rescue?
“No, you won’t…” he says, removing his hand from my body. He holds something up. It’s small and pinched between his fingers, so I can’t make out what it is at first. But when I look closely, I can see it’s the gel cap—but it’s deflated, empty.
What the…?
Then I realize what he just did. When I wouldn’t swallow the pill, he ruptured it inside me. My heart seizes. I’ve just been drugged.
“You motherfucker…” I spit out, but the words are slightly slurred. Is it already working? The effects hit within seconds—too fast—and a cold wave of panic crashes through me when I realize this is no ordinary drug.
I try to lift my head, but it’s too heavy, and my movements are slow, sluggish.Holy fuck.“What did you give me?”
He flashes me a sinister smile. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you…”
His handsome face hovers above me, all blurry and distorted. I try to say something cutting, but the words dissolve on my tongue before I can get them out.
Then the darkness rushes in, and it’s lights out.
I’m gone.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Christian
What the fuckis happening to me?
When I look down at this girl, it feels like I’ve been kicked off my feet by a monster wave and dragged out to sea. And the more I fight the current that is Eve Savano, the deeper I sink into my obsession for her—her smell, the shape of her lips, the sound of her voice, the way she bites back when she’s angry…
Downstairs, the pool table, that was me finally giving in, letting the rip current of need I’ve been battling since she first walked into my life pull me under completely. Some forces of nature can’t be fought; you either drown fighting or let them sweep you away. And this undertow? It crashed me headlong into Eve—this beautiful, headstrong catastrophe that makes my blood race.
Even now, just seeing her in my bed, head resting on her shoulder, thick lashes brushing the curve of her cheeks, I feel that current tugging at me all over again.
I should head back downstairs to oversee the hunt, but something anchors me here instead. The thought of sliding under the warm sheets and drifting off to the rhythm of Eve’s soft breathing is a thousand times more enticing than rejoining the chaos downstairs.
Reaching down, I cup her breast and brush the pad of my thumb over her nipple, watching how eagerly her body responds to my touch. Lazily, I brush my fingers across her warm skin, over her ribcage, to the soft swell of her stomach. It’s her softness that gets me.
As my finger trails down to the the tight curls that shield her slit, I stare at her face. She looks so vulnerable lying here like this, completely at my mercy, and I can’t help the twinge of sympathy that pinches just beneath my breastbone. It’s a foreign feeling and I don’t like it.
Vulnerability is pain,I remind myself.
Fuck.
What is it about her that intrigues me so much? Countless girls walk through Rush House every day, and I could fuck any one of them. But the monotony is suffocating. Each girl’s face blurs into the next—carbon copies of each other with only minor variations. And they wear their uniformity proudly, eager to fit into some kind of template of perfection, none brave enough to stand out, terrified that an actual opinion might offend me.
Not Eve. She could give a fuck less if she offends me. In fact, I’m one-hundred-percent certain she’d sink a knife into my chest if she was ever given the chance—and damn, but that’s hot as fuck.
I push my finger into her wet channel, and even under the weight of the drug, her head moves, and she moans softly. I could fuck her like this, while she’s vulnerable, unable to fight me. But I quickly dismiss that thought, because, honestly, it’s the fight I crave. It’s the vitriol in her eyes that feeds the darkest parts of me.
Reluctantly, I remove my fingers from her body and re-position her, so she’s on her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the mattress. Then I unzip the fly of my jeans, pull my cock out, and start stroking it slowly. I drag my eyes down her face, to her large, heavy breasts…
I’m standing over her, positioned between her open legs, and just a few pumps in, I can already feel that familiar tingle sweep up my spine. My eyes travel down her lush body to her soft, dark pink pussy lips. Fuck.The urge to push inside that warm channel and pump her full of my cum again is strong, but I hold myself back. Just-fucking-barely.
My orgasm slams into me with the strength of a tidal wave. A moan is ripped from my chest and I fall forward, bracing myself with one arm as I pump violently, squeezing hard as my load coats her pussy.
Goddamn.
Breathing like I’ve just run a fucking marathon, I straighten, and pinch the head of my dick to get that last bit of cum, allowing it to drip onto the nest of dark curls between her thighs. Then I reach down and use my finger to push my semen further inside her.
