Page 58 of Massacre Monday
His trademark smirk returns, but instead of the light behind his eyes, he appears determined. Like he’s angry withme.
As I circle my clit, my hips roll forward, the vision of this beast in front of me enough to set me on the edge.
“Told you. She’s not my fiancée. Where’s yourboyfriend? Huh? Where’d he go?”
The way he grips his thick cock makes it impossible to think straight, but I do wonder. “I don’t know… Maybeyoudid something to him.”
He nods. “Yeah, I found him a new girlfriend. Because you’remine.”
“What are you talking about? You-you’reappointed. You proposed to Elina.”
Ryan shakes his head, and the water splashes me more, cooling off the heat flushing my chest. It’s either from becoming irate with him or wanting his hands all over me. I can’t tell.
“Fuck!” he curses, the sound bouncing off the walls.
My jaw clenches tight, and I lift my palms in the air, ready to spin around. “If you’re not going to explain yourself, then I’m leaving. You can forget the date, no matterwhatmy father said.”
As I turn, he grips my arm and tugs me into the water with him, forcing my back against the dripping wall as my pulse skyrockets. The shower sprays both of us until droplets cling to his eyelashes. He hovers over me, looking like a different man than the one I’ve seen before.
This oneisfurious, but maybe also sad? I’m not sure. Whatever it is causes such a change inside of me that I freeze in his hold.
“You want me to tell you how horrible it felt to be tied to someone I didn’t want, all while watching the woman I do hurt? Or how desperately I want to fuckingkillevery last person standing in the way between us?”
Tears spring to my eyes at his ferocity. He leans over and snatches me around the waist, our bodies slamming together. His lips meet my neck as he grits out, “You want to know how much I fuckinghatedseeing you with him? His hands all over you in the places onlyIwanted to touch? The spots I can’t reach because they would murder us both?”
A drop of emotion spills onto my cheek as I shake in his embrace. “You didn’t see. You didn’t look!” I whisper.
He shakes his head and stands back, the water falling over his face as he blinks. His eyes cloud with passion. “Oh, Pen…You’re all I see.”
Then, he crashes his lips to mine. My nails dig into the back of his neck, and I try to pull him away, or bring him closer. Two thoughts war in my mind and my body. Soaked clothes cling to my skin as he lifts me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and shoves his hardness into the cradle of my hips. “I’m going to take it, Pen. Be your only. Make you fall in love with me. I will.”
Hiding my face from him, I burrow my forehead into his thick neck as he humps me, and I writhe against him, the pulses on my clit growing needier with every movement. My orgasm hits like thunder, unexpected and loud, the scream ofit shattering the surrounding air. He joins with a deep groan, spraying my sodden denim, holding me so tight, I almost can’t breathe.
Before he releases me, his breath warms my ear as he whispers, “I need you to be my partner-in-crime tomorrow, please.”
I wiggle in his arms as he relaxes his hold on me, so slowly, it’s like he’s memorizing my body with his hands. We study each other for a long moment, letting the water flow between us. Then I slip out of the shower on wobbly legs and grab a towel.
“I’ll pick you up from your parents’ at six,” he says.
With a tight spin, I give him my back. “We’ll see.”
nineteen
Me
Pink cheeks, I sent you a pretty dress. Have it on for me
Imma take lots of pictures of us tonight. Post them for everyone on the gram
PiC
No.
Me
You’re so cute when you think I’ll listen
PiC
