Page 17 of Nightmare

“What about…”

‘What?” I ask, amused when I realize what’s going through her head. “You think I fucked my cell mate and caught something in there?”

“You could have.”

She’s right. I could have. But I didn’t and she knows it.

“I would never cheat on you, Vi. That’s not me.”

She nods, chewing the inside of her cheek. “I know.”

“So what’s the problem?” I ask, averting my eyes back to my fingers in her pussy, still slowly fucking my cum into her.

Her eyes narrow into thin slits, and I smirk right at her, laughing when she sits up and tries to smack me upside the head. “You twisted motherf—”

Just as she lands in my lap, I put my hand over her mouth and lift a finger to my lips to shush her, my ears perking at the sound of branches snapping in the distance. Violet’s head turns as she listens too—the low voices getting closer. Knowing there are guys around here somewhere, I quickly grab my t-shirt and throw it on over her head, covering her half naked body with it. We stand up, and I leave my dick hanging out of my pants, checking her to make sure the hem comes down beneath her ass, considering that slutty little skirt she’s wearing does nothing to hide it. Satisfied no one will see anything, I tuck myself back in and zip my pants, watching as she crouches down to pick all the letters up off the ground. She picks up her own shirt next—which is useless and torn to shit—shaking it off before she moves to clean herself with it. I snatch it from her and throw it up into a tree, pulling her in and locking my arms around her waist.

“Hey.”

“Leave it.” I squeeze her ass, my dick hardening again when I feel how soaked she is down there. “I like knowing you’re walking around with my cum dripping out between your legs.”

Her eyes darken, and she wraps her hand around the back of my neck, pushing up on her tiptoes to speak in my ear. “You’re sick, Atty.”

“Mhmm,” I say, sneaking my tongue out to lick her cheek. “Does it make your pussy hurt?”

She breathes out a chuckle and shakes her head at me, taking my hand before she bends over to grab the bottle of tequila. “I need another drink.”

CHAPTER 8

VIOLET

“What was it like in there?”

“Prison?” he asks, shrugging when I nod. “It sucked, Vi.”

I pinch my lips to the side and avert my eyes. I’m leaning back between his legs with my letters in my lap, putting them back in the order they came in. He’s got one arm around my middle with his chin resting on my shoulder, holding his lighter up for me so I can see what I'm doing.

“Because of me?”

“A little bit, yeah,” he says, and it punches me right in the gut. “I mean, it would have been a hell of a lot easier if I hadn’t lost my mind worrying about you and if you’d been around for me to talk to. But prison’s still prison. It would have sucked either way.”

I think about that a moment while I run my thumb over the scratchy ink on the pages, catching a few glimpses of his words as I go.

You’re gonna pay for this, you little bitch.

You can’t hide from me forever.

Baby, you’re killing me.

I’m coming for you.

“Do you feel guilty?” he asks, probably seeing the same things I’m seeing.

“Sometimes,” I admit. “Do you? For what you did to Jared?”

“No,” he says honestly, because of course he doesn’t. “I told him to stay the fuck away and he didn’t listen. He deserved what he got.”

“Atty, you almost killed him.”

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