Page 173 of Ominous: Part 1
I dip my brow to the side of her head, closing my eyes, feeling hot and tight all over my body.Say yes, say yes, say yes.
I see the word in my mind. The name for her fucked up fantasy.
It’s the risk that gets her off, isn’t it?
“Letting me control you? Your breathing, your whole fucking life?”
I swear, in this moment, she stops doing just that.Breathing.
Then, my eyes squeezed shut tight, I feel her fingertips dancing over the back of my hand, on her thigh. “Yes,” she whispers, the sound rough and broken.
“Yes,what?”
“Yes, I think about it. Getting hurt… Getting hit…”
“By anyone?” I dig my short nails into her skin and hear her sharp intake of breath. “You’d let justanyonehurt you?”
A moment’s pause, my pulse beating so fast inside my ears. Then she says,“Only ever you.”
“Yeah? You lying to me?” I glide my hand up higher, under her skirt, and she loops her fingers around my wrist, but she doesn’t stop me. Instead, she spreads her thighs wider, and I swear I can smell her.
“No.”
I bite down on her ear lobe, her body tightening up, probably a lot like her tight little hole, too. “Better not be. Don’t ever lie to me.”
“But you do it all the time—”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.” My eyes are still closed, my chest so, so tight and raw and aching for her. I speak every word against her skin. “I can do what I want, butyoulisten tome.I keep you safe. I make you feel good. I protect you.”
“You protect me.” She repeats the words, savoring them in her mouth. They sound so good, coming from her lips.
“Yes.” I press my forehead harder against the side of her head.“Always.”
She clears her throat. “Have you always liked…” She trails off, but I know what she’s asking as I run circles with my thumb on the inside of her thigh.
“I’ve always liked violence. But not like this.”I want to fuck you. Ineedto fuck you.And it occurs to me, as her chest keeps expanding and shrinking while she struggles to stay sane, coherent, to breathe, that maybe this, everything exploring thisfantasyon my screen, is far too much for her first time. And maybe, just like with the pool, what she says and what we text about aren’t what she’d want right now.
I open my eyes, pulling back. Letting the violence go.
“It doesn’t always have to be like that, though.” I speak slowly, staring at her little neck. “I can treat you good, too. I can be so, so fucking good for you.” I swallow the knot in my throat as silence stretches between us, only the song playing.
And then…
She turns so she’s sideways in my lap, her eyes hooded, searching mine. She reaches for my face, cradling it in her hands. And I’m not even thinking of blood or bruises or broken things anymore.
Her lips graze over mine. Once, twice. I glide my hand around to her hip, just over the line of her underwear. Then she’s kissing me, her tongue parting my lips, and I can’t stop the groan coming from the back of my throat.
But then she pulls back, slowly slipping her hands off of my face and wrapping one arm around me, turning to look at the computer screen again.
A flush of warmth fills my gut, and I dig my fingers into her hip, but I don’t tell her how she’s driving me fucking insane.
“You’re sweet,” she says softly. “I like it when you’re sweet.”
I close my eyes a second, gritting my teeth, but then I’m looking at my monitor again, and I exit out of the browser. I go back to the cars, scrolling through them. But I’m not seeing a single one, because I’m focused on her hair tucked behind her ear. All six of her piercings in one. The fullness of her lips, slightly parted as she stares at my screen. The way her chunky foot shakes, hanging off of my lap. How her fingers are twisting in her skirt.
I clear my throat, trying to focus. To let go of whatever just happened between us. “Maybe when I get this new car, I can take you up to Bloor in it. Have you been?” I remember, she told my dad and Ms. Romano that’s where she wants to go. I don’t want her to go there. I want her to come to Caven with me, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
She swallows. I hear it and see the column of her throat roll as she does, but she still faces away from me. “Yeah, that would be cool.”
