Page 13 of Ecstasy
But Eli still doesn’t say anything. He’s not looking at Alex anymore. He’s looking at me.
My stomach churns. I slide down the bed, knowing I’m leaving a wet puddle behind me. My feet hit the floor and I stand on shaky legs, wrapping my arms back around myself.
“Yeah,” I mumble, trying to take a deep breath. Willing my heart to slow down. “I’m just gonna go.” I don’t know where. Maybe I can walk this high-gone-wrong off. Maybe I can call my mom. Maybe I can…
Alex’s laugh cuts me off. He glances at Eli, who looks tense by the door, his hands fisted by his sides, dark hair falling over his brow.
“I don’t think so, Zara.” Alex’s dark eyes are on me and he’s looking at me like I’m his next fucking meal.
I shake my head, shivering in my bikini as I step toward the door that Eli’s standing in front of.
“My girlfriend is a slut, but she’s hot, huh?” Alex presses. “Her skin is so fucking pale I can practically see her veins, and her ass is kind of small, but her pussy is really fucking tight.” He blows out a breath as I stare at Eli, and Eli stares back at me. Alex keeps going: “It’s a shame she’s a druggie fucking whore, but I guess that means we can use her—”
“Bye,” I mumble, heading straight for the door, arms still wrapped around myself.
Alex moves so fast, I don’t even know he’s behind me until he yanks me backward, his hand knotted in my hair, the braids having come undone sometime in the past hour since we fought in his room. Has it been an hour?
What time is it?
I don’t fucking know.
I stumble, my feet nearly slipping on the wet floor, but I catch myself, arms shooting out by my sides as I spin around to stare at him.
He lets go of my hair, but the room is spinning too fast and my breath catches in my throat from the way my heart is pumping so hard in my chest, claiming all of my oxygen.
Alex smiles at me, cocking his head. “You’re not just drunk, princess. You’re high on something. And it’s not just the molly, is it? Whose dick are you gonna suck to fix that now, huh?”
My eyes widen and I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. My heart is still stuttering in my chest, and I press a hand over it, willing it to calm down.
I need to leave.
I turn and run toward the door, but shocking me, Eli tosses me back, right into Alex’s arms. Eli shuts the door and Alex holds me tight. I open my mouth to scream but Eli is there, clamping a hand over my mouth, both of them on either side of me.
“Eli…” His name is a plea on my mouth, muffled and low, and I’m not even sure I said it out loud.What is he doing? Is he going to hurt me, too?
“We don’t want to hurt you, baby.” Alex’s voice echoes my thoughts, his breath against my cheek. “We wanna make you feel good.”
I shake my head, eyes pleading with Eli’s green ones.Don’t do this.And I thought he was… I thought he was fucking around with Rihanna Martinson? Why is he even here?
He stares at me a second then looks up at Alex.
“This isn’t a good idea.” The words are almost detached from what he’s saying. Like he knows it’s not a good idea, but he doesn’t really care.
Even still, relief makes me sag in Alex’s arms. But his grip only tightens.
He laughs coolly. “Come on, Eli. I know you wanna fuck my girlfriend. You think I haven’t seen you staring at her? Checking her out when she’s in the pool?”
My face flushes.Has he?I never noticed.
Eli drops his hand from my mouth, and he swallows, looking back at me.
I feel Alex’s cock against my back. His warm, wet skin against mine.
Eli steps back, his eyes hard as he looks at Alex. “I think you’ve done enough.”
“Let. Me. Go!”I try to elbow Alex, but he just tightens his hold on me, not letting go.
“Your heart is racing,” he says softly. “You’re shaking. Shh, just relax. I won’t hurt you, Zara.”
