Page 141 of Ominous: Part 1
His smile pulls wider, and it feels a little like he’s mocking me. “You want it right here? Just like this, nightmare girl?” He steps closer, and my hips arch off the counter. The tip of his cock is pressing against me, our bare flesh connected.
I whimper at the feel, aching for him. I don’t let my gaze drift over his shoulder, through the glass doors.
My heart drums too fast in my chest even as I feel spent. For a second, I think it’s from the fight. From the longing. The fuckingagony.It could be all of that, but as I inhale, trying to think clearly to answer his question, the bitter taste in the back of my throat reminds me what I’m really feeling.
It’s the coke. I already want more.
I try to shield Eli from that truth as the silence stretches between us, and he waits for an answer, rocking his hips softly, making me want him more, too. Eli and coke, they’re both dangerous drugs.
“Right here,” I repeat his words back to him, my wrist still bent from the grip of his hand, but I don’t tell him it hurts. “Like this.” I don’t care about the concept ofvirginity.There’s just never been a time and a place before, never someone I wanted, until Nic, and he was an uptight asshole.Or I was an insane, crazy girl.
But Eli is crazy too.
His breath is ragged, and he doesn’t stop moving over me, making me moan, the softest sound. His eyes darken as he smiles, like he’s proud of himself for getting me to make that noise. He presses his thumb into my inner thigh and his fingers wrap around my flesh.
But I know something is wrong, the way he twists my wrist even more, wringing me out like a crumpled washcloth.
I bite my tongue, refusing to concede to him. Instead, I reach up for his arm, unstable on the counter, I have to wrap my legs around him to keep myself steady.
“Eli, no more.” The words are torn unwilling from my mouth, because Idon’twant him to stop, but he clearly wants me to. He wants to make it hurt more than I can stand.
“No more?” he mimics me, his voice cold. “Why?” He moves his hand from holding back the fabric of my swimsuit by my thigh, wrapping his fingers around his cock instead, using the bottom of his hand to push down his swimming trunks enough to free himself.
He guides his erection to me, slapping between my thighs with it. My swimsuit is in the way again, but he’s so fucking close, my heart pounds painfully in my chest.
“You want me to fuck you just like this, don’t you? That’s what you just said. This is how you want it to be. Your very first time, and you don’t care all of my fucking friends are watching.”
Confusion and anger build a knot in my throat. My forearm is turned at an awkward angle, still behind my back. He brings the tip of himself against the edge of my swimsuit, shifting it. Our bare skin touches, the precum smearing against me.So close.I can only stare down at us with horror as he guides the head of his cock up and down me. Warmth flushes in my core, I’m glistening wet, but this isn’t how I imagined it’d be. Rough and dangerous, maybe, but with the blunted edge of sweetness.
There’s nothing sweet in his cruelty now.
He’s hurting me, intentionally, after he promised me he wouldn’t.
I try to pull my hand from his grip, but he only tightens his hold, driving my knuckles down into the marble, amplifying my discomfort. I look up as he pushes further against me, shaking my head, unable to speak.
“I thought you wanted me to show you the bad?” he asks, and his psychotic smile is back. “You’re so fucking wet, it wouldn’t take much, virgin or not.” He angles his hips again, pushing downward, and I gasp at the feel of him starting to stretch me.
I drop my legs from around him, trying to inch back, but he winds his fingers in my hair again, no longer needing to hold back the fabric of my swimsuit.
His mouth comes over mine.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me again.”
I close my eyes, feeling my pulse points along my wrist at my back. “You don’t need me to tell you. You’re not stupid, baby boy. Use your context clues.”
“Tell me to fucking stop, Eden.” He sounds so angry.
I don’t want to give in though. “What happened?” I gasp out the words. “This morning, with your dad, what happened? Why are you acting out? You’re trying so hard to push me away. What.Happened?”
He drags his mouth over mine, in something not quite a kiss. “You sound so smart when you talk like that.”
My stomach cramps, waiting for his verbal blow.
“Youareso smart.” He pushes his hips further against me, causing heat to flood my core, wanting him, hating him, feeling both things so sharply all at once. “I just don’t understand why you haven’t figured it out by now.”
“Figuredwhatout, Eli?” I hold his gaze, his nose aligned with my own.
He looks like he’s searching for an answer I don’t have. And before I can say anything else, before I can bring him back to the boy he was, he’s releasing me. Completely. He pulls up his swimsuit, tying the string with steady fingers as he takes a step back, glancing at me, still exposed for him.
