Page 35 of Make Me Bleed
We share the cigarette, passing it back and forth in silence until there’s nothing but the butt left, and I’m forced to get up and flick it over the balcony. When I turn around, I startle to findAbel right there behind me, still just as small, but somehow, so fucking different.
It’s gotta be the hair.
“What do you want?” I ask, dragging my fingers through my own hair. I’m sticky with cum, and I smell of sex and regret. And I kind of want to be alone now so I can get shit faced because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
“I don’t know,” he says, but his hands find rest on my chest, and my breath hitches at the innocent touch after we just fucked.
“Abel,” I snap, jaw clenched tightly.
“Peris.”
“Don’t.” It’s merely a rasp as I choke on the word.
He looks up at me through his smeared lashes. “Don’t what?”Like he doesn’t already know.
“Don’t touch me. I can’t stand it.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes me sick,” I snap and shove him away from me. And that’s when I hear the beep of the door and watch in horror as the door handle turns and in walks Gabriel.
“Peris, if you’re—oh… oh, my God! Oh my god! Peris!” Gabe’s eyes widen as he catches me walking around naked. And then, I see the moment he notices Abel right beside me, and the recognition flashes. “Abel?” he questions, dark brows furrowing. “What the fuck?”
CHAPTER 10
ABEL
“Fucking hell,”Peris mutters from beside me, head dropping back between his shoulders, and I can’t help the small chuckle that escapes.
“Gabriel,” I acknowledge him, face flushing when I realize I’m naked, apart from the fucking skirt still around my hips, with cum now leaking out of me and down my thighs. Oh, this is humiliating—and humbling. And probably many more things I don’t have the vocabulary for.
“What the hell is going on?” he demands, hands on his hips, and I smirk, despite everything. Same ol’ Gabe.
“Well, you see, when two people who like to fuc—” Peris reaches over and slaps his hand over my mouth with a loud clap, effectively cutting off my words. I puff my lips out in a pout—not that anyone can see it, but I can feel his skin against mine, and that’s more than good enough for me.
Peris hisses at the sensation, and I feel him tense, but he doesn’t move his hand. In fact, he has stepped closer and is practically in front of me now, body twisted to keep touching me. And like the brat I am, I flick my tongue out and swipe dried cum from him with a devious little grin that he can see in my eyes.
Peris inhales sharply through his nose and jerks his hand back. “Do you fuckingmind?”
“No, actually. I quite like it.”
“Jesus, you’re still such a fucking brat,” he snaps, and I smirk, lips twisting.
“Would you expect anything different from me?”
“I would expect you to learn some fucking?—”
“Can you please get dressed?” Gabe calls out—loudly. “I cannot listen to this while you’re both standing there naked as fuck, knowing you just fucked because I canseethings,” he hisses, and when I catch his eyes, I notice his brown skin is flushed brightly, making my smirk widen.
“Why, Gabriel, are youblushingright now?” I muse, and Peris stiffens.
“Abel, shut the fuck up.”
“Now, why—” Fingers wrap around my throat, cutting me off with a small squeak, and I hear Gabriel gasp from behind us, but it’s all lost in a haze as Peris backs me against the bed until my knees hit the mattress and I fall on my ass. He leans over me and brushes his nose against mine, our eyes millimeters apart.
“You never did learn to shut your pretty little mouth, did you, baby?”
“No,” I croak through his hold, which hasn’t loosened.
