Page 31 of Apathy
He was high, angry, hurt, reminded of his brother and what happened in May, and instead of talking like a normal human being, he wanted to drag me with him. He started asking about Ash—if I liked him, if I wanted to fuck him, and I knew that there was no use arguing with him when he was like that. And I would’ve handled it if Ash didn’t interfere, angering him even more.
And when Kane attacked him, I didn’t think. I jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. Needless to say, I was embarrassed over the entire situation and Ash getting involved. No matter how much my body wanted to feel that electricity whenever we touched, he was wrong for me, and I was wrong for him.
I hated that my own body was betraying me in his presence, while he seemed cool and collected, without a care in the world.
“I asked you a question, Ash.” My body trembled, both from the remnants of the drugs and his presence.
“Your brother is an asshole,” he said as he stood up, again perusing me from head to toe. “I came here to see if you’re okay, since you obviously forgot how to use your phone.”
“I didn’t forget. I just didn’t want to answer.”
He came closer and closer until the tips of his boots started touching my toes.
“Hmm,” he grunted and took one wet strand of my hair, pulling it to his face. His eyes closed as he inhaled and exhaled. “Vanilla.”
“Ash.” I took a step backward. “What are you doing here? I’m not gonna ask again.” I looked at the closed door of my room, wondering where Dylan was.
“He let me in, Skylar. Don’t try to run away.”
His fingers started dancing over my skin, right above the line where the towel stopped. With feathery touches, he dragged his hand from the column of my throat, to the breastbone, teasing me, drawing me closer into his embrace.
I could almost taste the danger he brought with him. I knew his type, all too well. I knew it because his type was what I always went for.
Dark, dangerous, and toxic.
The way he watched me, the way he touched me, it all held the promise of the sweet violence my body craved. I wanted pain because I wanted oblivion. I wanted drugs because I wanted to forget.
I wanted to stop feeling, because the turmoil in my gut was too much to deal with. I was drawn to him.
I didn’t know why or how, but it was as if the light switch was turned on inside, and I craved the fire he carried in his eyes. But I had to remember the things I needed to do, the things I promised to deliver. I could already feel the pain I would be in if I didn’t or if I misbehaved.
“You’ve been ignoring me, darling.” He leaned down until his lips were a whisper away from mine. “And I hate being ignored.”
“Ash,” I protested, but it sounded more like a moan, and it was all it took for him to press his lips to mine and to push me to the wall.
My lower back protested as he pressed his body to mine. As his hands sneaked around my neck, holding me tight, his teeth clamped on my lower lip, pulling a moan from my chest. His other hand went underneath the towel, traveling over my thigh, until he reached my hip and pulled my leg up, wrapping it around him.
He pulled back and started rubbing his thumb over my lower lip as my breathing became erratic. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think, and just when I thought he was going to pull away, he leaned down again, his sleek tongue seeking entrance. Our teeth knocked against each other as I finally opened my mouth, letting him in. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pressing our chests together.
A familiar fire burned at the pit of my stomach, and as he held my leg around his hip, I started rotating my hips, seeking friction, trying to feed the need spreading throughout my body.
“Ash,” I moaned in his mouth. “We can’t—”
He cut me off with another kiss, pulling, biting, kissing, soothing, driving me wild. His other hand disappeared underneath the towel, and when his fingers finally touched the skin of my lower stomach, I was ready to combust.
“God—”
“God has nothing to do with this, Skylar.” He smirked. He pressed his thumb against my clit, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body. “There’s only me.”
He bit down on my collarbone as he dragged his other finger from my opening to my clit, teasing me.
“Please,” I cried out.
“Please what?” His teeth clamped on my neck, followed by his lips as he soothed the spot.
“Please fuck me with your fingers.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. As his lips landed on mine, his two fingers entered me, pressing on the sweet spot inside my pussy.
