Page 47 of Hell House
“This is so cute.”
“Right? Totally you.” Skye says, twisting the knife right into my chest.
“What time is this Battle of the Bands at?”
Skye and Salem turn to look at me. “I think 7. I have to be there at 6 to warm up with the band.”
Fucking Walker and his bad boy rocker catnip ways. “I’ll be there.”
Skye and Salem exchange a meaningful look that I can’t fucking decipher. I feel out of my depth here, not that I would ever admit it. I rub at my chest. Looks like I was going to Diablos tonight.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Lukas
Skye’s fucking intoxicating scent was everywhere. Although she kept her side of the room we shared relatively clean, she still left a mark on where she’d been and it was driving me crazy. I could sense her presence like a ghost intent on haunting me. Tormenting me. I wanted to take that good girl exterior that she exudes and mar her up, just like I did to this house. I wanted to break her open and dirty up her soul to match mine, even though I knew she deserved better- I didn’t fucking care. I didn’t care because I was more than fine with being selfish. I wanted her for myself. I wanted her sweet cunt dripping all over my cock as she screamed my name.
I saw the way the other guys in the house looked at her, and I wanted to stake my claim on that hot body of hers. Make her beg for me and drive her as crazy as she was driving me. I couldn’t stop thinking of how amazing she’d felt pressed up against me as she straddled me on the couch. It filled my mind with all kinds of dark fantasies, and it took everything in me not to wrap my hand around her slim neck and squeeze. I wonder if that good little girl would enjoy something like that. I ached to be the one to find out.
A scrap of red fabric was peeking out from under her bed. I feel my nostrils flare. Was that… was that her underwear? My heart picks up its pace as I stand frozen to my side of the room. I hesitate for a moment, chewing on my bottom lip before striding over and snatching up the pair of red lace panties and shoving them into my pant’s pocket. Lust surges in my chest so hard that I feel its effects seeping out.
Shit, shit, shit! No! Get back here!I think, but it’s too late. I’m rock hard from fingering these red satin panties in my pocket.
“Hey!” Skye says brightly, breezing in like a ray of fucking sunshine. “What are you doing?” She asks, her head tilting to the side as she eyes me on her side of the room. I angle my body away so she doesn’t notice how hard I am from thinking of her.
“Uh… I was just, you know…” I gesture and fucking hell, the panties are still in my hand stuck on my fingers and waving in the air like a red flag.
Her mouth drops open with a gasp. “Are those my underwear?” She goes to snatch them, and I move on pure instinct. I raise my arm up and out of her reach.
“No. Oh my God, Lukas. Not again.”
“What, you don’t like this game? I think it might be my favorite.” She shoves me, trying to catch me off balance as she jumps for her underwear. It’s so fucking cute it hurts. I laugh at her pitiful attempt, wanting nothing more than for her to get closer to me.
“Come on, those are mine.”
“Are you sure? It’s my room too. I could totally pull off some silky red panties.”
“Those wouldn’t even fit an inch of you.” She slaps a hand over her mouth, and I let out a barking laugh.
“You dirty girl. You checking out my package during art class?” She moves to tickle at my armpit, wrenching a sound from my mouth that sounds like a tortured emu. Oh, it is on. I wrap my free arm around her middle and hoist her up easily, maneuvering her away from my outstretched arm.
“I… it was right there.” I almost drop her. Shelookedand that knowledge fills me with a smug satisfaction. I wonder if she’s thought about it while she lays in the bed next to me. I wonder if she wants to lick around my piercings, and the thought makes my already hard dick twitch.
“Youdidlook.” She covers her face with her hands, and I plop her down onto her bed, lowering my hand behind my back, making sure my grip on the panties is tight.
“It was hard not to!” She removes her hands, and her face is bright red as she stares up at me from the edge of her bed. I love that I can rattle her, and it makes me want to keep pushing at her to see what kind of reaction I can get out of her.
I see the moment before she tries to strike, her delicate paint covered fingers twitch right as she lunges for my hand. I move easily, swatting her arm. She’s dangerously close to my hard on and I’m desperate for her to pay it attention.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” I taunt, the gleam in her eyes giving away how much she’s enjoying this. Fuck, I just want to shove her down on top of me, those big baby blue eyes looking up at me as I ram my cock to the back of her throat over and over again, until tears were staining her rosy cheeks.
“Fine. Keep them.” She says standing to her full height, her eyebrow arches in a dare as she stares me down. If she were to take a centimeter of a step closer, she’d feel me poking her straight into her belly. I look down at her full bottom lip, wishing I could sink my teeth into it.
“What did you think of it, Skye?”
“Wh-what?” I close the distance between our bodies. She sucks in a breath, her gaze not leaving my face. I lean down and pull her against me. I’m about to press my mouth against hers, when I feel her yank the panties out of my hand. She shoves me hard in the chest, a look of triumph crosses her features as she sashays out of the room, red panties in hand.
“Better luck next time.” She waves her paint covered fingers at me as she leaves the room, leaving me hard and frustrated. Rooming with Skye was going to be the death of me.
