Page 294 of Ominous: Part 1
He looks, for a blink,terrified.
Then his lips curve up.
A dimple flashes in his cheeks.
“Fuck.You,”he says softly.
And my world is turned upside down as he rolls us over, plunging me into the cold again.
Eli
After this, I’ll be good.
After this, I’ll stop.
I know I don’t mean it, watching her hair float around her in the water, drifting toward the surface, her face just under it, the water to my wrist, the position we’re in making it easier for her to float upward.
But I keep her down.
She twists her head in my grip, and my hand is numb from the cold. I can only imagine how she feels.
I claw my nails over her chest, using her sternum to hold myself up. I run my fingers over her breasts, her nipples drawn tight. I squeeze, hard, and I feel her mouth open beneath my hand as I bruise her.
Smiling, I’m putting all my weight against her heart again.
I know it hurts because it hurt when she did it to me.
My face stings with her nails, and those scratches are going to take a few days to disappear. But the feeling of her pushing me under… it’ll take a lot longer to shake off.
Anger burns through me. For a second, I was in the bathtub again. For a moment in time, she was Mom, and I was dying.
A snarl leaves my lips as I position myself between her again, pushing in, and it’s like a relief.A balm.
She’s not Mom.
She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine. She’ll never leave. She won’t, she won’t, she won’t.
Her body is tense, her legs no longer wrapped around me, but her knees are still wide, and despite all of it, despite everything, she’s so fucking wet. Her hands are dug into my skull, she’s holding on.
For me.
Every time I drive into her, her back is jolted inches over the concrete, and I know it has to hurt.
I know, baby, I know.
This is the last time.
I promise.
I see the slender arch of her throat, her narrow shoulders off the edge of the pool, and she feels so fucking good and so fucking tight around me. A sound of something like need leaves my mouth without permission, and it’s wasted, because she can’t hear it.
I glance up, seeing Luna, still asleep.
I trail my eyes over her throat, too, the curve of her breasts, her narrow waist. I do exactly what Eden wanted me to, as I use her. Fuck her, drown her, lust after an old friend, all at the same time.
Is this how bad you want me to be, baby girl?
I’ll be good, though. After. After.After.
