Page 52 of Tell Me Why
Fucking-A.
I can’t deal with any of this shit right now.
“That was cruel,” Eve says as I shut the door. There’s a thread of disapproval in her voice I don’t appreciate. Because this is the thing—no one questions me, except for the other Sacred Sons, and even they do it with caution.
I turn to face Eve. “She knew what she was getting into when she became my Consort. I never lied to her.”
Eve purses those pink, dewy lips, and I’m reminded just how good they taste. Suddenly, I have the urge to fuck her again, watch her eyes roll back in her head as she calls out my name, and drenches my cock with her cum again…
“Wow, okay. So that’s your excuse for being a fucking asshole?” she says.
I can’t help but smile at that comment. I walk up to her, crowding her. She doesn’t flinch. “I don’t need an excuse,” I say. “I’ve already told you, I come from a long line of assholes. It’s in my blood, remember?”
She stares at me like she’s lookingintothe man beneath, which gives me an uneasy feeling. “I don’t believe that,” she says quietly, almost to herself. “I think it’s a choice you made, and continue to make.”
I laugh under my breath. I shared one brief moment of vulnerability with her, and now she’s under the illusion that there’s a good guy beneath all this rage. I tried my best to warn her. Parents like mine don’t raise good men. Their cold indifference created an emotional void in Lucas and me that can’t be filled. Callousness is woven into our DNA. It’s who we are.
“Showing Sara my cruelty? That’s me being kind,” I say. “She needs to know I’m not her hero. Never will be.”
But fuck if I don’t want to play the part for Eve. Just for a second, pretend I’m not an absolute emotional shitshow. Be normal. Pretend thatmaybesomewhere on another timeline we’re more than just enemies…
I advance on her slowly, forcing her back against the wall. I’ve trapped her again. My Little Fox. Sara was right about one thing—I am obsessed with Eve. I’ve wanted her since the moment she stepped into that psych class, hidden away under all those baggy clothes. And now that I’ve finally had her, that obsession has only grown.
She shakes her head. “This isn’t about Sara seeing you as her hero. This is about you pushing intimacy away like it’s the fucking plague.”
“Setting my fucked-up childhood aside, don’t most guys push intimacy away?” I reply.
“Maybe.” She shrugs. “There’s just something about the way you do it, though. There’s an edge of brutality to your brand of rejection. You don’t care who you hurt, as long as it doesn’t interrupt your endless parade of fuckery.”
I shrug one shoulder and take a step back because her fury is really starting to turn me on. Maybe it’s because all I really get day-to-day is flattery and obedience. Even Sara, for all her bitching, will comply in the end. She’d strip naked in a crowded room and kiss my feet if I asked her to.
But I don’t get that feeling from Eve. She’s here to save her brother, but she’s pissed about it, that’s for sure. And I’d be lying if I said that flame in her eyes didn’t give my dark, decaying soul a jolt of life, like a swift thump to the chest.
“I do love my fuckery,” I say.
Walking over to the nightstand, I reach for the cut carafe I keep by my bed. The lid is also a cup, and I pour it half full with filtered water. Then I open the drawer, remove a small vial of GHB, and add three drops of the clear, tasteless liquid.
I hold the glass out to Eve. “Drink this.”
“You’re serious? I just saw you lace it with something,” she says with just a hint of hysteria in her tone.
“It’ll help you sleep,” I answer evenly.
In all honesty, I don’t give a fuck how well she sleeps tonight. I can’t risk her sneaking downstairs again, because if another guy touches her, I swear to God, he’s leaving Rush House in a body bag—and that’s more trouble than I need right now.
She takes the glass from my hand and stares down at it. For a second, I’m dumb enough to believe she’ll actually drink it. Instead, she throws the water in my face, then drops the glass on the floor. Thankfully, it doesn’t shatter.
Jaw clenched, I close my eyes and force myself not to react. Her defiance triggers something in me—a need to remind her exactly who’s in control here. My cock is already rock-hard, ready to teach her that lesson…
One. Two. Three…
Opening my eyes, I slowly pull my hand down my face. And when I speak, by some miracle, my voice is calm. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You looked like you could use it more than me.”
There’s a smirk on her face that infuriates me. But I manage to keep my frustration in check, just barely. With slow, deliberate movements, I pick the glass up, walk back to the nightstand, and refill it with water. Then I open the drawer and grab a pill bottle filled with GHB gel capsules.
I have just about every form of the drug, and not because I like drugging my partners into a stupor before fucking them, but because it provides a calm, euphoric effect they enjoy.
