Page 17 of Ecstasy
“This was your idea,” Eli says quietly, still speaking against my skin. He feels so good. Everything is so tight and so full and so…
His hand comes to my throat as he jerks me back against him. “And you’re still here, aren’t you, baby girl?” His voice is so low, I don’t even know if Alex heard him.
I arch my neck, but my mouth feels so dry, I don’t know what to say or how to say it and—
“Eli.” Alex’s voice is laced with warning.
Eli’s fingers thrust harder inside of me and I wince with his movements. It doesn’t feel good anymore.
“Stop.” Alex’s voice is a growl. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off him, pulling me to his chest. Eli’s fingers seem to rip out of me, like he curled them up so it would hurt when Alex hauled me off them.
Alex’s chest is warm and his arms lock around me as he sits up, cradling me to him. “This was a bad idea.”
The bed shifts but I can’t open my eyes. They’re so fucking heavy.
Alex’s grip tightens around me.
“Why the sudden change of heart?” Eli asks softly, his words venomous. “You having flashbacks?” I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, but I can’t really find it in me to care. My body feels so pleasant like this. Pleasant and warm against Alex and I don’t want to move.
“I made a mistake,” Alex says. He sounds strangely nervous.
Eli doesn’t say anything.
Alex’s arms tighten around me so much it actually hurts. He shifts on the bed, removes one arm only long enough to pull the covers over me.
“I’ll sleep with her. Go fuck Rihanna.”
My stomach churns for some reason with those words but even still…I can’t move.
“You just tried to drown her. Blackmailed her with Xanax to get her to fuck us, and now you don’t wanna go through with it?” Eli’s voice is still low, as it always is. Still clinical, like he’s just laying out all the facts with no attachment to the outcome.
“You’re fucking around with Rihanna. Why do you care?”
Eli is silent, then I hear someone pounding on the door. A high-pitched scream.
Alex laughs, and it rumbles against my body. I don’t open my eyes. I’m drifting off into darkness and it feels good.
But I guess someone opens the door and a girl is screaming. “What the fuck are you doing? You fucking asshole, what the fuck?!”
“Get out, Rihanna. Don’t call me names,” Eli’s voice. Edging on impatience.
“No, don’t you—”
There’s another scream and something that sounds like a door slamming against a wall and footsteps coming close and Alex tenses with me still in his arms.
“You fucking bitch!” That same high-pitched voice, closer now.
“If you touch her, I swear to God, Rihanna, I’ll fucking drown you in my pool.” That’s Alex’s voice. His arms are tight around me, and he’s not yelling but he sounds so…mad.
More footsteps. Some scuffling. A door slamming shut. More screaming, but it’s distant.
I tremble in his arms, and it’s completely involuntary. I don’t even know why it’s happening.
Alex holds me tighter. He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m so sorry.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.
Is he really sorry?
“I’m so sorry, I’m so…I’m sorry, Zara.”
