Page 149 of Swallow Your Sorries

“Please,” I squirm as he rubs his head against my clit. “Do it.”

“Why?”

That’s the last thing I expect him to ask.

“Why what?”

“Are you giving me your first?”

I squint up at him, but his face is covered in shadows.

“The interlude.”

“Is that the only reason?”

What the fuck is he playing at?

“Does it matter? Someone has to be first, eventually.”

“Someone?”

I try to search his eyes, to no avail. It’s like the irises have bled into the blackness, veiling his face.

“Are you resuming your twenty-one questions or something? Because we can talk later, can’t we?”

“I need to know now. What do you mean bysomeone?”

“What, did you think you were super special?” I snort but I immediately realise it’s the wrong thing to say if I want to ride what’s stabbing my entrance.

Time ticks on and he’s not pushing into me. He isn’t bantering with me like he normally does. He isn’t doing anything, just watching me, or so I think. He’s just a faceless void now.

Of everything…I didn’t thinkthiscould be one of his weaknesses.

“Look,” I say, breaking the silence. “We’re attracted to one another. That’s it.” I don’t believe it even as I say it. “You don’t get a special place in my heart, Gant.”

“Only in your cunt?” His voice is emotionless.

“Don’t tell me demons are sentimental?” I ask incredulously. “What do you care? A win is a win. First prize.”

He pulls back, his jaw ticking. “I’d rather come in last.”

“What?”I ask, utterly flabbergasted as he pulls the knot on my tights and frees my arms. “You have to be fucking joking.”

But I can tell he’s one hundred per cent serious as he gets down from the table.

“You agreed to the interlude. You said if you caught me… You said you wanted—”

“It feels wrong to be just someone.”

I gasp incredulously, jumping to my feet. “You suddenly have morals? You suddenly feel right from wrong? Need I remind you that you’ve made my life a living hell for months?”

“And what’s mine been?”

“I don’t know,” I say after a long pause because I’m utterly perplexed as to why this is all going so wrong. “But why should I care?”

We stare at each other for a long moment and then, a feminine, high-pitched shriek tears through the night, followed by padding and then a big thud that cracks a glass pane.

I jump out of my damn skin, my hand flying to my racing heart as I run towards the sound, towards who I know could hit such an ear-bleeding high note.

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