Page 73 of Twisted Ties
“You really are an ignorant, little pig. Some things you shouldn’t play with yourself.”
“Like your beautiful face?” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I smirk at her. “You think my face is beautiful?”
“Let go of me, before I blast another hole in your face.”
Her pig appears from nowhere and starts to butt his snout against my ankles.
“What the hell?” I yell. “Get off.”
I go to swing my foot back, and the pig girl punches me right in the ribs. Usually, her feeble attempts would hardly register. But my face wasn’t the only thing to take a pounding and I wince in pain.
“Don’t you dare drop kick my pig, you asshole,” she says.
“Then tell it to stop dry-humping my leg.”
“You wish,” she spits.
I glare at the creature and make a thing of swinging my foot back again. The girl growls, attempting to hit me a second time as I hold her at bay. The pig whimpers and scurries to hide behind her legs. Some guard dog he is.
When my ankles are safe from sexual assault, I swing her back around to face me.
“Where are you going?” I say. She grinds her teeth together and doesn’t answer. I scoff. The girl really is growing too big for her britches. She needs to be brought down a peg or two, be reminded of who she is talking to. “What? You think you get to ignore your head of house when he’s talking to you? You think you’re special now just because you’re sucking the Enforcer’s cock?”
She flinches and her cheeks sizzle in the moonlight. It was just some shitty line. I’ve been trying my fucking best not to think about the two of them together. The girl had virgin practically written across her forehead. And now … Seems I hit a raw nerve. Seems sucking his cock is exactly how she’s been spending her time.
My stomach swims with nausea, ties itself in a fucking knot.
Am I jealous?
Of her? Of him?
No.
“Don’t congratulate yourself. I doubt you’re any good at it, little Pig Girl. You should have taken the opportunity to suck cock in the locker room while you had the chance. Then maybe you would be good at it.”
“You are such a sexist–” She peers down at the small animal cowering behind her legs.
“Pig?” I say, with another smirk.
Her phone chirps in her pocket and we both glance down at it, reaching for it at the same time. My hand lands on her hip, the denim tight, my fingers grappling at the curved flesh there. Her own hand lands over mine.
It has that knot twisting harder.
“Tell me where you’re going,” I say, my voice dangerous now.
“I can feel it,” she says, her voice low and sinister too, the tone making my pulse leap with excitement. “How low your magic is.” She tilts her head to one side. “How about a trade? I’ll tell you where I’m going, if you tell me what happened to your face and your powers?” My jaw clenches. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
Then without warning, she grips my fingers and sends a blast of energy at me. I curse, too weak to block it, and the force causes me to stumble away.
The little pig grunts in satisfaction and the girl lifts her hands in front of her body.
“You want a hole in your stomach like Spencer, come at me again. Otherwise leave me alone. It’s none of your business what I’m doing or where I’m going.”
She’s right. It isn’t. It shouldn’t be. But I’ve never wanted to know anything so badly.
“You’re going to regret this, little pig.”
