Page 47 of Devils' Day Party
I shouldn't like that.
But I do.
My body rocks with the greedy motions of his, and my breasts ache, desperate for the touch of his awful hands. He’s not going to touch me there though. No, this is going to be short, dirty, and addictive. I’m going to come out of this wanting more, and he knows it, too.
It's not until Calix kisses my neck that the climax unfurls inside of me, taking over every inch of my body, making my knees weak. He holds me up, thrusting in deep, finishing himself inside of me the way he did that very first night, spilling his seed with a long, low groan that makes my insides clench.
Unlike that first night, there are no pretty lies tangling between us.
We both know what this is, and why we're here.
Calix and I stay where we are for several minutes, the forest whispering in snippets of bird song, running water, and rustling leaves. When he pulls out and I turn around, slumping back against the side of the train car, I see that he’s wearing his black leather devil mask. When he put it on, I have no idea, but there it is, hiding everything but those flint-like eyes of his.
He's barely breathing, standing there like some sort of statue, a devil carved out of privilege and hate.
“Wow. Just wow.” A familiar face comes from the shadows and a cold chill chases down my spine. My eyes flicker over to where Raz is standing, leaning his shoulder against a tree, his mouth twisted into an awful sneer. “I mean, I knew you were a Trailer Park slut, but I guess I underestimated you.”
He pushes up off the tree, dirty blond hair ruffled and mussed, red eyes gleaming. He stalks toward me like he's angry about something. I've never understood how he could get so worked up over what I do with Calix. It's not any of his business if his friend and I want to use each other, now is it?
“Screw you, Loveren,” I snap, and then just for good measure, I add it in French. “Va te faire foutre.” He storms toward me, teeth clenched, probably too stupid to even understand what I've just said. “Well, are you going to say something?” I ask Calix, but he just takes a step back and lets Raz grab me by the arm, jerking me around to face him.
“Don't look at him like a savior. He fucking hates you. And yet you bent over for him like a good girl? I thought you couldn't get any lower and you managed to prove me wrong, Karma. I'm impressed.”
“Get your goddamn hands off of me,” I snarl, jerking back from him. He doesn't let me go, fingers tightening on my upper arm, bruising me through the thin, muddied fabric of my shirt. Raz's eyes shimmer with malice, his tongue sliding across his lower lip as he summons beautiful venom to choke me with.
“You came all the way out here to screw a guy who hates you. Who fucking played you. And now his hot cum is running down your thighs and you act like you've got a pedestal to stand on?”
“What I don't understand is why you care!” I shout, wrenching back. He releases me and I end up stumbling, slipping in the mud and going down on my ass. In my already ruined uniform. With wet panties tangled around my legs. And yeah, with Calix's cum on my thighs.
The prick in question just stands there in his black mask, his eyes unreadable, his posture rigid. He reaches up to adjust the crown on his head, lazily, lackadaisically, like he's bored out of his mind. It's all a goddamn act. And I hate him for it. I hate him. I fucking hate him.
I hate Raz more.
“Why do I care?” Raz asks, throwing his head back in a laugh. He takes a step forward and then leans down to look at me. “Why do I care? You're an infection at Crescent Prep. An anomaly. You walk around there with your weird friends and you flaunt everything about your life that's wrong, things that other people would hide. You pretend that you're strong, but in reality, you're nothing but a weak, pathetic whore.”
My fist flies forward of its own accord and smashes Raz in the face, knocking his head back as I scramble to my feet, pull up my panties, and take off running. Blood smears my knuckles, but I don't pay it any attention, sprinting through the woods as if my life depends on it.
Maybe it does?
He's so angry. Why is he so fucking angry?
I slip in the wet leaves, going down on my knees hard enough to bruise. Just like the first day. Unlike the first day, Raz doesn't follow me. Instead, when I turn around, all I see are the quiet faces of the trees, watching me silently, judging me. I push up to my feet, brush off my skirt and try to recollect my dignity.
