Page 28 of Foul & Fake
“I don’t know any such thing,” I scoff. “Why don’t you go tug one out and come back to talk to me when you’re a little less emotional.” I turn away from him, but from the sound of his dark, quiet laugh, that was a mistake.
“You seem to have forgotten how the fuck we got here.”
Suddenly I can hear my moans from that dreadful meeting being abruptly cut off by my scream, and I immediately know what he’s implying.
I’d forgotten all about that video. It was so easy to get swept up in him, in the lie, that it never occurred to me he’d use it. He didn’t seem the type.
And men wonder why women have trust issues.
“So what?” I demand, turning back to face him as I fight tears. “I let you fuck me or you send that video to everyone? It’ll ruin my career before it starts.”
“Or it’ll get your name out there and get you more stories. Never know.” His jaw ticks. “I didn’t want it to come to this, Riley. I thought I was good to you, but it’s obvious it wasn’t enough so here we are. I know this makes me an unforgivable asshole, but I don’t need your forgiveness, I need you to play along and be my goddamn girlfriend until we can call it. Both of us have our reputation on the line here, not just you.”
I don’t understand how he could ever compare the two, but I nod anyway. He won’t change his mind, and I have far bigger things to worry about. “Fine. You win, Elias. You win. You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll play along. But just understand tothe depths of you that any chance we ever had of this becoming real… just died.”
The fact that he looks bothered by that only annoys me further. “I don’t believe that,” he whispers, stepping in to cup my face. “Don’t you remember how it felt?”
Of course I do. It keeps me up at night wondering if I felt too much for something fake, or if it was all just dopamine released from the thrill of the deception. Either way, it’s gone now… or I wish it was. I still feel the butterflies, the twisting in my stomach. Longing, wishing. Begging to be touched, for him to take it back and just ask me to give him another chance.
“I know how it feels now. What do you want, Eli? You’ve made your point. Now do what you came here to do so I can get back to work.”
He releases a frustrated growl and lifts me up to straddle his lap, then sits on my bed. “I have to mark you. You need to look mine.”
When his lips touch my throat I nearly unravel. I’ve been denying myself too, and apparently for good reason — but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get to me. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel amazing, or that it doesn’t go straight to my cunt.
God, I think I hate him.
“Just o-one,” I gasp out, digging my nails into his shoulder. “One.”
His hands squeeze my ass harder like he’s afraid I’ll pull away, his desire for me evident underneath me and making it hard to remember what he just did to get us here. But unfortunately for us both I do remember, it just doesn’t change a thing.
Teeth nip, hips grind, and before I know it he’s moved on to the other side to leave more.
And I can’t bring myself to stop him.
Fuck, I hate how good it feels, the way it makes my thighs clench and my breath catch. The swoop in my stomach from thinking about walking around like this, so dirty and claimed. The strange little ball of satisfaction forming in my chest knowing he wants me so bad, nothing will stand in his way — not even my denial.
I’ve never been wanted like this. I’ve never been manipulated like this either, but does it count as manipulation when I know exactly what he’s doing?
His growl makes me want to not care. “Fuck, Riley.”
He sounds angry when he says my name, when he roughly grinds his rock-hard cock against my pussy through my shorts. Angry and needy andmine.
“Take it, then,” I snap. “If you want it so fucking bad, take it.”
His body trembles as though he’s fighting to hold himself back, but I feel the moment he breaks before he even stands. In seconds I’m flat on my back with him looming over me, his pupils blown as he tears at my clothes until I’m bare, and then he’s staring down at me fully clothed. “You’re wet, angry girl.”
When he slaps my soaked pussy I don’t try to deny it. I am, and I’ll blame my traitorous body for that later. Later, once the chemicals recede and I’m standing in front of the mirror, facing what I’ve done, what he’s done. Later, in the dark, when I can’t even hide from myself.
When I’ll have to admit that a part of me, even a small one, likes this side of him — however horrific it may be.
But for now, I lean into it.
“Yeah, I’m wet, Elias. But who said it was for you?”
That gets him to quit holding back. Eli drops his hoodie and tugs off his shirt to throw it over my laptop, his jeans falling to the floor as he joins me on my bed. “Isaid,” he growls, flipping me over onto my stomach so he can keep me completely at his mercy.
Like I’d be able to fight him, anyway.
