Page 156 of Ominous: Part 1
I still don’t stop.
“I grabbed her hair. She doesn’t have nearly as much of it as you do, you know.” I hear the softest laugh. The innuendo.
I keep my eyes on the base of his throat, imagining digging my teeth into his skin, hearing him whimper in my ear.
“She grabbed my dick, put her mouth on it, and… Oh, do you want to hear how it ended? You look a little angry, baby girl.”
Reluctantly, as if I’m fighting myself with every second of it, I drag my gaze to his. His eyes are dark, but he has that half-smile on his face, cocky and spiteful.
I force myself to smile back.
There’s only a second of surprise in his eyes. Just a blink, then it’s gone.
“She doesn’t like to swallow,” he continues, pushing me by keeping his tone light, as if we’re talking about homework or Latin or his wrestling schedule. “Did you know that? I guess I can see it. She’s a bit of a princess, don’t you think?” He sighs, as if this is a fatal flaw, then he turns his head from me and looks out the windshield, into the trees, as if he’s not ripping me apart with his words. “After that, well, this is the part you might hate the most.”
I don’t let my goddamn smile slip.
“She fell asleep in my bed.”
I take a deep breath, in through my nose, out through it, too.
Seconds pass, but I wait him out.
And it’s only when he slowly turns to look at me, more of the confusion from a moment earlier knitted between his brows, that I respond.
“Thank you for telling me.” I keep my words syrupy-sweet, as if I’m not rattling off dark magic sigils in my head to gut him and Luna both.
But even with my act, mimicking his, I can’t stop myself from getting out of his car. I don’t even remember it, I just know I did, the door slamming echoing in my head as I walk away, as fast I can without running, my arms crossed over my chest. Leaves crunch beneath my feet, dead in the summer heat. I bow my head, I hear his door opening, closing, and I speed up, staring at the ground, but not seeing anything at all. I follow a dirt path past the map he reversed in front of, and somewhere in the distance, I hear rushing water.
I see his shadow fall across mine.
I keep moving, fire in my limbs, begging to spring free from my veins. I want to hurt him, but I think, truthfully, I want to hurt myself more. Maybe because I know it’sthathe’ll dislike the most.
I dig my nails into my biceps, my pulse pounding a painful rhythm in my head.
And when he grabs me without a warning, I’m not entirely surprised. But I still jump as his arms band around my chest, yanking me toward him, rendering my upper body completely motionless.
“Let me go, Eli.” The words are harsh. They don’t even sound like they’re coming from me. I try to twist in his grip, using my feet for leverage, but my boots slide against the dirt, and I have to rely on him to keep me upright.
“Shh,” he says in my ear, his hold almost tight enough to steal my breath. “I can’t let you go; you know that.”
I know his words have a deeper meaning but I’m not in the mood for his games. I close my eyes tight, my arms still squeezed around my chest by his over my own, and I just start talking. “I should’ve fucked Dom.”
His body tenses at my back, and I can’t help the softest smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
I feel his breath over my ear, sending shivers down my spine, but I keep talking.
“He offered to follow me home. To make sure I was okay enough to drive.”And you waited until hours later to check in on me.I don’t say it, but I don’t need to. “I could’ve done anything I wanted with him. I can play with him just like you can. Like Luna. I think he’s desperate, you know?”
I feel his erection against my back, growing harder with every word I speak. I don’t know if it’s the quiet anger or imagining me with someone else. I’m not sure if I want to know.
“But I didn’t,” I keep going, eyes still closed. “Do you know why?”
“Because you don’tlikewhen people touch you.” His words are soft but full of a calm sort of aggression, as if he’s daring me to tell him his statement is incorrect.
I shake my head, even though it’s a half-truth. “Because I don’t want to intentionally hurt you.”
He doesn’t speak for a moment, his mouth still by my ear, but then he says, “That’s exactly what I said.”
