Page 43 of Lust

She pokes her head out of the room and looks both ways before turning her eyes back to me. “So, who’s forced you to come here today?”

Damn her fucking logic.

“I thought so. You don’t remember coming to abuse me last night, so you thought you’d come back here and repeat what you said so you can write it down. It was a real dear diary moment.” She folds her arms. “Well, eff off back to your flying Delorean, Marty Mcfly. I’m not interested in your hatemongering.”

She moves back to slam the door in my face, but I wedge my foot between the door and the frame.

“You will listen to what I have to say,” I seethe. “You are the most repugnant bitch I’ve ever laid my eyes on, but you give the best head I’ve ever had in my life.”

What. The. Fuck. Did. I, Just. Say?

Rowena’s eyes brows shoot up and her mouth falls open. Her shock doesn’t silence her for more than a few seconds. Not that it ever does. “You are an effing vile dickwad with more money than you have brain cells. Go die in a ditch.”

My anger increases with each word out of her mouth. “And you’re a filthy mouthed whore who sucks men off for fun.”

“I didn’t see you complaining when I made you come so hard, you screamed my name out, fuckwad.”

I don’t know what makes me do it, but I lurch forward and slam my lips into hers with all the intensity and anger I feel. Caught off guard, the impact sends her flying backwards into the door frame. I’ve literally never been so turned on in my life, nor have I felt so disgusted with myself. I think I feel her tongue on mine before a sharp sting across my cheek has me pulling back.

“What the actual eff?” She’s looking at me in almost comical horror, but it’s a drop in the ocean to the horror building up inside me.

I stare at her as she nurses her hand, which is clearly beginning to bruise. “You punched me!”

“Yes, I effing did,” she snaps, shock and anger coating her face. “Jesus effing Christ, Barclay.”

The pain in my cheek reverberates around my brain and the cloudiness of the past hour clears. “Holy shit.” I hold my hands up. “I… shit.”

Rowena just stares at me.

I’ve fucking lost it. Damn this fucking hell hole. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

Her face is pulled into an expression that mirrors how I feel. Disgust and revulsion are written all over her features. “Well, there’s something I never thought would come out of your mouth,” she says. “It’s just a shame your tongue had to precede it.”

Oh my god. I really kissed her. And she kissed back? I spin around from the door.

“Forget this happened, bitch.”

I slam my fist into her door frame then step back onto the platform. I swear, even the stained glass fuckers are mocking me. At least there’s no one else around here to witness this devastating fuck up.

I feel her eyes on me as the platform rises mortifyingly slowly. When I get to my room, I stumble through the door, slamming it so hard it rattles in the frame.

My lips burn and I can taste strawberry lip balm on them. I rush to the bathroom and wash my face, then brush my lips vigorously with my toothbrush. I’ve clearly lost it, but I’m not the only one. I did not scream her name out when I came.

Fuck me.Did I?

She’s a dumb, worthless bitch. Hell, she isn’t even a bitch. Even if she was, she’s so far from my type with her flowery this and floaty that.

Fucking hell.

I pull out a bottle of dragonfire whiskey and unscrew the top. After last night, I didn’t think I could be trusted with this stuff, but it turns out I can’t be fucking trusted sober either. I swallow back a couple of gulps and pull out my Portal, pressing my thumb down in the only contact in my favorites list.

Anthura answers after five rings. “If you are calling me to complain, don’t bother. I have a plan.”

“Fuck your plan,” I counter. “Get down here now and suck my cock.”

“Charming seduction technique you’ve got going on there, Felix. I’m not at your fucking beck and call.” She hangs up without another word.

I lie back on the bed and take another swig of the whisky. With any luck, I won’t remember tonight either.

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