Page 60 of Devils' Day Party
Raz snorts, but his hands manage to find their way to my hips. It's almost possessive, the way he holds me, but for him to hold me like that … he'd have to really want me. And not just in the way a boy wants a girl, but something different, better, more intense. I'm not saying he loves me, but there's hate there, and that's a powerful emotion in and of itself. It takes effort and energy to hate someone when, if you truly didn't care for them, it'd be so much easier to just forget.
Raz has never forgotten me. He barely forgets me for one single moment during the school day. His eyes never stray far. His words are often meant for me. I even dictate the shape of his mouth—whether it’s a sneer, a scowl, or a smirk.
“Maybe it wasn't a trick on your part, but don't tell me you're stupid enough to believe Calix fucking Knight?” Raz leans in and looks me straight in the face, sneering viciously. “After all this time, you're still holding onto hope that the bullshit he fed you was real?”
I don't like the direction this conversation is going, or how angry Raz is getting, not when it felt like we might tip in a different direction.
My hands cup either side of his face as I lean in and kiss him, closing my eyes against the spray of the water and the gentle kiss of the steam against my naked flesh. My nails dig into Raz's cheeks, making him hiss. When he doesn't stop me, I do it a little harder, this time, making him bleed.
“Shit.” He reaches up to take my wrists, pulling my hands away from his face as the continuous spray of the water cleans the blood away. “You like to hurt me, don't you?”
“You like to hurt me, too, right?” I retort, but Raz doesn't reply, and there's something in his gaze that says that isn't entirely true.
Our mouths slide together as his right hand skims over the curve of my hip, slipping between my legs and inserting two fingers into the aching heat between my thighs. A small quiet sound escapes me, making my cheeks flush as Raz hooks his fingers inside of me, working my body up into a frenzy as he stares down at me with red eyes that hide nothing. Calix is a locked box with a missing key, impossible to open or understand.
Raz is impossible to miss.
My hands curl around his biceps as I look up into his face, wondering when I decided that being vulnerable in front of my worst enemy was a good idea. At least he won't remember this tomorrow, I think, a mixed sense of relief and despair flooding me.
Tomorrow, I'll wake up and it'll be today again.
Raz will forget everything that’s happened, and I'll be alone in my memories.
Again.
His thumb flicks across the swollen nub of my clit, making my knees feel week. I lean back against the cutout in the surround, my ass pressed into the glass. Raz leans in, refusing to allow me any space at all as he puts his lips to my neck, tasting the hot water on my skin as he licks me, his lips hovering over my frantic pulse.
My eyes slide closed of their own accord as he plays with my body and tangles the strings of my heart. On the outside, I'm calm, if a little shaky, but on the inside, my emotions are like shattered bits of glass, cutting me even as I try my best to piece them together again.
“I hate you, Raz Loveren,” I moan as I let my head fall back against the wall, Raz's teeth grazing my skin before he bites down, sucking on that tender spot between my neck and shoulder, leaving his mark. He isn't shy about it, or overly cautious. He kisses and bites me in equal measures, and sometimes the latter hurts, but only for a brief second. Once the pain settles in, it's twice as intense as the pleasure of his kisses.
Almost like the dichotomy between love and hate.
“I hate you, too, Karma Sartain,” he growls, removing his fingers from my core and slapping my hand away when I go to reach for his cock. Raz grabs me by the upper arms and turns me toward the wall opposite the shower head, pushing me over so that my palms rest on the built-in bench seat. “Now, bend the hell over and let me fuck the loathing out of you.”
He grabs my hip hard with one hand, using the other to line himself up with my cunt. I bite my lower lip as I anticipate the forceful push of his cock between my folds. Instead, Raz teases my swollen body with his shaft, using the head of his dick to push against my clit. My knees quiver, and I end up putting one on the bench seat, lifting a hand up to press into the wall.
