Page 4 of Lust

Rowena rolls her eyes and I can no longer ignore her. However vocal Juliette will be on the subject of me and Dade, I’m expecting a lot worse from Rowena.

“What happened between you two, anyway?” she asks. “One minute you hated him, then you seemed to like him, then you didn’t. You’re worse than Ross and Rachel on Friends. On again. Off again.” Her blonde curls bounce as she speaks, though she’s marginally less animated than she usually is. Actual curls, not the usual frizz. She looks different and now I come to think of it, so does Juliette. Neither of them were ugly before, but now, despite the misery etched on their features, they are both glowing, as though they’ve just come from a beauty salon.

“I was never ‘on’ with Dade.” I lie, thinking of our time in the shower, the best orgasm I ever had and the interruption by Remy. Remy! I haven’t seen him yet. My heart falls like stone as I think about what he did — the two of us in The Shard in London, Candice holding his hand. “Remy chose Candice over me,” I whisper.

“I always said he was an asshole,” Rowena comments, her mouth turned downward as though she has a sour taste in her mouth.

“To be fair, you think everyone is an asshole,” I mutter, though she’s right. She did warn me on numerous occasions, and I chose to ignore those warnings. I sigh. “Who did you end up coming through with?”

Her lips purse into a thin line as she glances around the room, avoiding my question. Before she can answer, a loud commotion from the other side of the lounge catches our attention. We all turn our heads in unison, curiosity getting the better of us. It's hard to ignore the angry voice of Felix as he's shouting, “I’m not fucking going to be with that... that...” I can't quite make out the rest of his sentence, but his tone is enough to send chills down my spine.

Anthura, dressed in a striking red latex cat suit with a long red tail trailing behind her, stands next to him. Felix is yelling directly at her, his face twisted in anger. Despite Anthura's attempts to calm him down, he’s getting more agitated by the second.

Rowena lets out a small gasp and bites down on her bottom lip. Worry is etched all over her face.

Trying to lighten the mood, I jokingly comment, “We need popcorn for this lover’s tiff. Count yourself fortunate for not being paired with him.”

Rowena's gaze shifts towards me with an expression that hints at tears, and in that moment, realization dawns upon me...

“No.”

She nods, then wrinkles up her nose in disgust.

“You ended up with Felix Barclay?!” Suddenly being coupled up with Dade doesn’t seem so bad. Hell, even sleeping with gross Orlin would be better than being paired up with psycho Felix.

My heart lurches as he strides over to us. His face is almost as red as Anthura’s cat suit and nearly as shiny. He jabs his finger toward Rowena in harsh anger. “If you think I’m going to come anywhere near you, you’ve got another thing coming, freak.”

I hold my breath as Rowena stands to face him. It’s like a mask has shuttered down over her face, hiding the worry that showed just seconds before. “Why don’t you just cum in a tissue, then, little boy? It would be a shame to change the habit of a lifetime.”

It’s fucking glorious.

The whole group is watching, along with a number of bystanders who have stopped to see what the commotion is. I hold my breath along with a smirk, waiting to see what Felix will do. His face is dark as thunder and he looks like he’d like nothing more than to punch Rowena. Someone to my left laughs. He stands there for a moment, his mouth open as he stares at Rowena. The tension in the air is palpable as they engage in an angry staring contest. Neither moves for a few long seconds, then Felix twists on his heel and storms off back to Anthura. The tension dissipates and everyone goes back to their own conversations now that the show is over.

“I know he’s a dick,” muses Juliette as Rowena plunks back down beside her, “but he does look really fucking hot in that suit.”

“Let’s hope it’s so hot it cremates the bastard,” Rowena mutters under her breath, and in that second, I know that I’m going to get through this.

WANTING IT ALL

FELIX

Anger burns hot through my veins as I stride back over to where Anthura is sitting. Fat fucking lot of good she is letting that freak talk to me that way. I didn’t even get my blow job earlier. Apparently showering someone with shards of glass is a fucking turn off. “Anthura. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but I’m not hooking up with that. I don’t give a shit about the rules.”

Anthura barely looks up from some bullshit rulebook she’s reading before giving me a non-committal hmmm. Behind her, I spot Angelis walk out through the double doors. Damn. Both Angelis and Snowflake got through, after all. My muscles are tense with rage as I grab the rulebook from Anthura’s hands. It’s not like she’ll stick to any of the rules, anyway. She does what the fuck she wants, when the fuck she wants, and is beholden to no one. I can’t stand her, but up until now, she’s been an asset, not to mention a great lay. If I could rid myself of her, I would, but I need every advantage to get out of this literal hell hole.

“Are you even listening to me?” I demand.

She flicks her black eyelashes up and deigns to look at me. “Darling,” she purrs. “Play the game. Act the part. Do what you have to do.” I can tell she’s still pissy with me after what happened in the apartment, but I wasn’t the one who stopped a blow job before it really started. I’m more pent up than ever and now I have an aching dick and small cuts on my legs where the glass pierced my skin to add to my problems.

I glance over at the freak and cringe. He’s in a weird outfit which I’m pretty sure is made from curtains. It gives me the finger, sending another wave of anger swelling through my system.

“I’m not doing that. Fucking do something. You’re in charge, for Christ’s sake.”

Anthura winces at my choice of words, then levels her gaze at me, coolly. Even in this situation, she has a carnal look about her that I both desire and hate in equal measure. “May I remind you that I’m not in charge here anymore? Hades told me on the Hell Cell in no uncertain terms that I was no longer required for the position.” She sniffs and pulls her mouth into an ugly sneer, which she quickly corrects. “There’s nothing I can do about your little predicament, but if you want a real woman, come to me in my room and we can exorcise Rowena from your teeny brain for the night. I might even finish that blow job I started.” She brings her hand down to the front of my pants and caresses my cock, which stiffens, pissing me off even more. I grab her wrist and pull it away angrily.

“Fuck you,” I spit out, venom lacing my words, but we both know that despite my defiance, I'll inevitably find myself in her room. She’s the closest thing to fun around here and though she’s no longer the head honcho in this circle, she’s still the only advantage I have.

“Éveryone, bienvenue. Welcome. Gat'er round.”

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