Page 5 of Sail Me to Ruin
“If my brother put you up to this, just don’t. It’s really pathetic that he thought he could get your friend alone by pawning you off on me.”
His condescending tone catches me off guard and my blood boils. “Excuse me?”
The alcohol gives me courage in a way I don’t normally possess. I go to explain it was my choice, until I am cut off once again.
“Run along, little girl.” He gestures his hand as if to shoo me away, turning around dismissively.
“Fuck you. I came over because I thought you were handsome. But the second you opened that perfect mouth, you ruined it. I hope you find some cute, little, quiet girl to bat your eyes at across the deck again. Because it sure as hell won’t be me.”
I turn to storm off, sipping the fresh margarita to drown out the stinging of his rejection.
“Woah, woah, woah! Wait!” His tone softens, but I don’t even turn around to acknowledge that I heard him. Instead, I down the rest of the drink, feeling my skin flush. I make my way back over to put eyes on Jade before heading inside to find the restroom.
Once I get into the cold, quiet hallway, I let out a huff.
Some people’s kids.
Going to grab the bathroom doorknob, hands snake around my shoulders, pinning me to the wall next to the door. My eyes widen with fear as I look up at the stranger who just rejected me.
“I said, wait.” His tone leaves no room for debate as his eyes linger on my lips.
The temperature in the hall begins to rise as the flush creeps up my chest.
A boldness I’ve never felt overcomes me. “I heard you the first time.”
The statement hangs in the air between us, causing it to feel thick tension. His right hand trails from my shoulder to my neck where he flexes his grip. My pulse spikes at the idea of what we look like alone in this hallway.
“I’m Blaise.”
“I didn’t ask for a necklace,Blaise. Move your hand.” My voice wavers for a moment but I still myself once again.
He smirks the moment my voice slips, as if he’s sniffed out my weakness. Tightening his fingers around my throat, a breathy gasp escapes my chest as our eyes clash. He leans closer, moving his hand to cup my chin, possessively tracing my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, smearing the little bit of lipstick still hanging on.
“Why, aren’t you a pretty little storm? Are you sure he didn’t send you to wreck me?” His eyes light with humor.
“It’s Elodie, and typically, I fix things, not wreck them,” I tease back.
He chuckles. “It feels like you were sent to wreck me, Storm. That fits you better.”
I roll my eyes and go to pull away but he grips my chin tighter.
“Why are you running? You came to talk to me. So, let’s talk.” His cocky demeanor coming out once again.
Why do men feel so entitled to a woman’s time? Just because you're gorgeous doesn’t mean you can act like this.
“I don’t have words for you, Blaise. I don’t know what you expect after your intro out there,” I state, trying to justify me leaving him to his thoughts in this empty hallway.
“Good thing I don’t want your words, Storm. I’d rather you wreck me.” Before I process what he said, his lips are on mine, hot and demanding. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, requesting entrance.
Resisting a little by nipping his lip in protest, he lets out a guttural groan that sends butterflies down my body with need. He doubles down, pressing his body against mine. Opening for him, his tongue plunders my mouth as if he’s mapping every part. I attempt to do the same, trying to find some sense of dominance, but he doesn’t give an inch.
My arms wrap around his shoulders and neck as I thread my fingers in his hair, tugging gently at the soft strands. Losing myself in him, we stay intertwined, locked in a fight for dominance I will never win.
Just as I feel like I might be winning, someone clears their throat, breaking the spell. My hands drop to my sides, itching to go back to his warmth as he lowers his hands into his pockets and takes a step back.
CHAPTER THREE
elodie
