Page 4 of Ecstasy
His eyes connect with mine.
For a long moment, while Alex grinds his dick against my back and Rihanna dry humps Eli, we just hold each other’s gaze.
I feel warmth spooling in my core the longer he stares at me.
Eli, like Alex, is fucking fine. But where Alex looks like the all-American asshole that he is, Eli Addison just looks...wicked. Those hand tattoos might have something to do with it.
He’s got black hair and dark green eyes, olive skin supposedly from the Greek mother that left him when he was a teenager, and he’s just...cold.
Eli is cold.
Alex is hot.
I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have them both buried inside of me.
But Alex’s voice, loud above the noise of the party, startles my focus away from Eli. “Who wants to see this beautiful bitch naked?!”
The fuck?My blood runs cold as everyone cheers around us. Before I can react, Alex leans down and murmurs in my ear, “Hear that, baby? They want to see your tits.”
I grit my teeth, but if he wants to play this game… “Alex, you’re going to regret this,” I singsong as he runs his hands over my breasts and another cheer goes up around us. People are pressing in from all sides and if he thinks the boys here will be content to look and not touch...
My stomach churns.
Maybe that’s not what he thinks at all.
“Nah, princess, I don’t think so.”
I bristle as his hand slides up my bare stomach, his fingers edging under the cup of my bikini.
“Alex.” My voice is strained, and I want to turn around and punch him in the fucking face, but everyone is looking at us with eager smiles, just waiting for Alex Cardi to do something fucking stupid.
And Alex loves to give the people what they want. Fucking coward.
I take a step away from him and turn to face him in the crowded living room as people cheer, some holding up their drinks. “You fucking asshole.”
Six months we’ve been together, since we hooked up at my dealer’s house back in March when I transferred from ECU after a stint in rehab. Six months, and all the shit we’ve given each other, this has to be lowest of the fucking low.
I can’t say people didn’t warn me. My roommate, Kylie Jones, specifically said, “Alex is trouble. Stay away from him, Zara.”
But I don’t listen well to anyone, and Kylie, as good and smart and pure as she is, was no exception.
Alex’s dark brown eyes are gleaming, those flecks of amber magnified with the flashing lights him and his football friends set up before the party. He’s got a smile on his face, and he lifts up his red Solo cup.
“Come back, princess,” he says, loud enough to be heard over the music. People around us are definitely staring, and I just want to get out of here. “Come back here.” He points at the spot right in front of him that I just occupied.
The molly is making the musicfeelgood, and the Addie is making my heart race. I need some water. I need water and I need a bed. A safe place. Or else I’ll end up doing something stupid tonight. And with the way Alex is looking at me right now, that something stupid will be him.
“I’m leaving,” I tell him, and turn to go. He wanted me out anyway.
But apparently, not that badly. He grabs my wrist, yanks me back to him and another cheer goes up from the dozens of people packed in this fucking house. He pulls me to his chest, my back against him. He wraps his arm around my waist, not letting me go.
“Let’s give the people what they want.”
I grab his forearm, digging my black-painted nails into his skin. “Let. Me.Go.”
I’m starting to feel jittery and my jaw is fucking aching.
I really fucked this all up. I should not have come tonight.
