Page 80 of The Cruelest Chaos
The man’s pale green eyes are locked on mine. His full lips turn up in a smirk.
“Hello, Ella,” he says.
A chill slides down my spine, and I stop moving, but he forces me to keep going, his grip on my hips painful as he moves my body against him.
He has dark brown hair, wavy and curling at the ends. He’s in a tight black shirt that stretches across his sculpted chest.
“Jeremiah,” Sid breathes behind me. I feel her fingers wiggling against me, butJeremiahholds them tighter. “What’re you doing?”
The man smiles, holding my gaze. “I’ve missed you,” he says, but I know he isn’t speaking to me. “So much.”
I try to turn my head, to look at Sid, but he grabs my face, holding my chin.
“Don’t run, Sid,” he says, still looking at me. “If you run, I’ll hurt her.”
I can’t breathe. The lightness has left. The good feeling is gone, and my head is spinning. I can’t think. I can’t… Where is Maverick?
Get out while you still can.
I try to look over the man’s shoulder, but he digs his fingers into my face tighter, making me wince.
“Oh no, Ella,” he says softly. “Look atme.”
“What do youwant?”Sid hisses from behind me, both of her hands still on my hips even though we’re no longer moving. No longer swaying.
“Don’t be stupid, Sid.”
“Jeremiah. You need to leave.”
“I’ve called you. I’ve waited outside of your littlecompound.”He exhales, still holding my face. Still looking atme.He runs his finger over my lips, smirking as I inhale sharply. “You never leave, baby.”
My knees feel weak. It’s almost like he’s talking to me.You never leave.
Get out while you still can.
“Is he keeping you there?”
No.My mouth almost forms the word. Jeremiah leans in close, dipping his head down. His mouth hovers over mine.
“Is he crushing you, Sid? Or is he really everything you thought he’d be?”
“Let her go.”
Jeremiah brushes his lips over my mouth.
Where is Maverick?
“I don’t think I will. I like how she tastes.” And then he kisses me, hard, his tongue running along the seam of my lips.
I open my mouth and I don’t know why.Fucking slut.My mom’s voice echoes in my head but I still don’t stop.
I need fresh air.
But I don’t move.
He laughs against me, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers tightening against my waist.
Then he pulls back, but our lips still touch. “Tell me, Sid,” he says, speaking softly but loud enough for both of us to hear him. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt you to watch me kiss someone else.” He runs his tongue over my bottom lip. “Tell me you don’t feelsomethingright now.”
