Page 53 of Ominous: Part 1
Still, I think of everything I told him. About the… murder fantasy.Fuck.My face heats, and I ignore Dominic’s question as he watches me with amusement, his eyes bright. I tip back the cup again, but before I can take another sip, a hand reaches around me and pulls it from my fingers.
Eli’s voice is in my ear, his other hand around the back of my neck as I startle.
“You want a drink?” he asks, his voice cold, condescending, because I clearlyhada drink until he took it.
I don’t speak, shutting my eyes for only a second as a chill runs down my spine, relief tangled up tight with lust.
“I’ll make you one.”
I take a deep breath, trying not to snap back, annoyance flaring in my chest.
He flexes his fingertips against the bones of my neck, his other arm still curved around me, drink in hand. “By the way.” His lips linger over my skin, and I shiver, despite the way I try to hold onto hot anger. “You’re sexy as hell when you’re jealous.”
He straightens away from me, but doesn’t let go, pulling me into his chest, and I can sense his eyes are on Dominic, the way Dom stares right back at him, smiling a little.
Without another word, Eli steers me around, dropping the drink I had at Dominic’s feet as he does. It splashes up on Dom’s pants, the cup rolling over to the door, and I hear a few people booing and jeering, some laughing, too, but despite the mess on his floor, Dominic only smiles.
“Don’t take drinks from him,” Eli says, still gripping the back of my neck.
I try to duck out of his grasp as we move through the throng of people, toward the kitchen island full of cups and bottles. He flexes his fingers, tightening his hold, and I turn to glare up at him right as we find a spot by the fridge not squeezed between other people.
“That was rude. Let go of me.”
His eyes are focused on mine, fingertips kneading my flesh, over my necklaces, and it kind of feels good, but I just can’t think when he’s touching me. After a moment, though, he drops his hand, but he doesn’t back up. “Are you mad?”
I cross my arms, feeling childish. “Why didn’t you introduce me to anyone?” I shake my head, glancing at the crowd of bodies dancing and making out and laughing and getting high together. Luna, Janelle, he didn’t bring me together with either of them, he just… left me by the door.
He lifts a brow, slipping his hands into his black pants. Glancing around the room, it takes him a second to bring his focus back to me. “Honestly?”
I bristle with the word, and I know I’m practically pouting over here, and I can see the amusement in his lips, pulling upward, but he doesn’t make fun of me for it.
He just says, “I don’t really want anyone else to know you.”
I narrow my eyes, but I don’t know what to say to that. He glances at my chest, and I’m completely covered, the way my shirt comes to my throat, but I’m unprepared when he steps closer, and I step back until my spine hits a countertop, and his thighs touch my waist.
He lifts his left hand, slowly brings his finger to the collar of my shirt, just skating over my skin. My muscles jump, but I don’t tell him to stop.
“I like you wear things like this. Covered and shit.”
“Of course you do.” I roll my eyes, trying not to let him see how his touch affects me. “You’re a player, but you want a sweet little innocent v—” I almost say the word, but I choke on it at the last second and replace it with something that doesn’t hit quite so close to home. “Angel, huh?”
His brows lift, his lips tipping up. His fingertip glides over my skin, calluses rough over the very tip of my collarbone. “I’m not a player.” He keeps touching me, and I hate and love it. “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you to anyone.” He glances down between us, and he seems sincere, but sometimes I think he’s just that good at acting. Pressing his palm flat to my chest, his thumb brushing over the curve of my covered breast, he leans down close, his temple on mine. “I will, okay? Just have a drink with me?”
I swallow hard, and I know he can feel it under his hand. All I can manage back is a childish,“Fine.”
He’s still smiling, but his movements are fast as he grabs one of the laces of my shirt, wrapping it around his fist and yanking me toward him.
My heart is galloping in my chest, my hands limp by my side.
“You forget your manners, baby?” His breath is on my lips.
I blink, my mouth open, but before I can respond, he unwinds the lace from his hand and steps back, smirking. “Don’t look so scared. It kinda turns me on.” He jerks his chin, half turning away from me as my body floods with heat. “Come on. I’ll get you a drink.”
Three drinksin and I can’t hold it anymore.
I have to pee, and I’ve seen people walking to and from the hallway by the living room after short intervals, so I’m sure the bathroom is just there.
Eli is at my side, a joint between his fingers, the sweet scent of marijuana thick in the air, it seems smoking outside isn’t a rule at Dominic’s place. There’s a guy with us named Baca, and he keeps darting glances my way to include me in the conversation about a future match with a school I’ve never heard of.
