Page 49 of Pretty Pink Poison
So everyone in the western world?
I pulled up her entries and realized this must be her new fucking diary. She’d been keeping entries. So, I swiped open a week-old entry and the sound of her voice, soft but fast with complaints, jumped through the speaker. She talked the same way she moved, a total mess that was quick and honest. And I guess I kept listening just to hear her voice, to listen to her catalog all her woes of living in a damn luxury resort.
She talked a lot. God, she talked a lot.
About absolutely nothing. I mean, she didn’t mention me, and it was completely a disorganized disaster the way she blurted out everything else.
I halfheartedly listened as I stared at her, imagining her walking around telling a damn app she was painting her nails but the paint wasn’t that good from the spa or that she hated gluten food.
As I continued rubbing her thigh, her legs spread, and I wondered whether I could fuck her now or not. My hand had a mind of its own as it slid up her thigh where it was met with residue of my come still leaking out of her.
I hummed as I listened to her voice but rubbed my come into her skin, wondering if maybe this time she was pregnant again. Wondering if that would mean it was for sure my kid.
She didn’t talk about that at all in her entries, and I wanted to know why.
“Shit,” I grumbled and rested the phone between my shoulder and ear as I sat up to wipe a hand down my face while still massaging her thigh.
And as she rambled up, I dragged my finger up, up, up to push cum back into. Watching the thick liquid slide so easily to where I knew it belonged had my cock throbbing again. She wanted it too, because she moaned in her sleep, and so I gave her a little bit more pleasure by sliding another finger in and curling them up and down. Would she spread her legs for me in the early morning still? Would I be able to live with knowing I was fucking her sober now?
I growled as she rocked on my hand in her sleep, but I froze when I heard another entry start playing… one from last night.
It wasn’t just rambling; she sighed before she started and then murmured, “Well, I still want a man I can’t have.” I froze because who the fuck was that?
And when I heard the rest, I tasted that poison, that acid in my mouth. She didn’t go into detail about our night, but this app was learning everything about her because she was quick to give the information. It was reckless but beyond that, her entry was toxicity in my veins. She was my brother’s fiancée, and she was going to have his kids. Not mine. She’d already been with him while she was happy to fuck me in the middle of the night.
I sighed as I pulled my hand from her body.
I licked the poison she was from my fingers and told myself that I couldn’t keep fucking around with her.
And I would have left right away had it not been for the state of her penthouse. I growled as I put my clothes back on and placed water next to her bed, plugged her phone back in, and reactivated her room line. I rearranged her bedspread so it laid nicely over her and spent another ten minutes sorting out her dirty laundry and rummaged around for a first aid kit for my shoulder.
After finding it, I bandaged myself and was walking out just as she sat up in bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes before taking me in. “You’re leaving?” She bit her lip like she didn’t know if she should ask but she made the leap I didn’t want her to. “Can you stay a little?”
“Why?”
“We could talk about last night or… you could come back to bed—”
“Not with you,” I told her, set in my resolve as I made a point to glance around. “You need to get your life together, Pink. I can only help you so much. And let me be clear, you might get to fuck me when I’m not one hundred, but I’m sober now.”
She narrowed her eyes and then crossed her arms over her chest. “What you say when you’re not one hundred seems to be one hundred percent the truth.”
“Or I’m slurring whatever I need to so I can get some pussy.”
“Oh my God.” Her eyes flashed with hurt before they burned with fury. “Fuck you.”
“Not in the light of day.” The words were meant to hurt her. To push her far away so our inhibitions didn’t unravel again. “I don’t need you on my dick, Bianca. I just need you alive and on your best behavior for our family.”
“Well, you can bet your ass I won’t be. You came here last night feeling bad about whatever my father told you? Guess what? He’s lashed out more than once at me for not living up to the standard he wants me to. And I won’t for you bastards either. You want to know why?”
I lifted a brow and waited.
She shoved the sheets off and got up to stand before me naked and vulnerable but without shrinking. She tipped her chin up and even put her hands on her hips. “Because I’m getting sick of trying to be someone I’m not for themandfor you.”
“And who is it that you’re sick of trying to be?”
“I’m not appeasing or freaking good and you know it.” She glanced around the penthouse, and I saw her skin turning that pink color I loved so much. “God, youcleanedmy room? You expect me to be all buttoned-up for five freaking years, Bane?”
“If I say yes?”
