Page 13 of Shattered Sinner
When I checked the time on my phone, I noticed that it was one in the morning, reminding me that I had been on my way out of here when Landon stopped me. I really needed to head home.
“I should probably go. It’s getting pretty late.”
“Do you want me to take you home?”
I stared at him for a moment and shook my head, deciding I didn’t want to take him away from the party if he was having fun. “It’s okay. I’ll call a car to get me.”
“Okay. Then I’ll see you around.”
Landon left without another word, and I was left watching him walk away, wondering when I would see him again.
I used my phone to call a car and as I made my way outside, I saw the bright headlights of a vehicle slowing down to a stop near the house I'd been partying at. After taking a few deep breaths, I opened the door of the car I ordered and got inside. As the car drove me home, I thought about how strange it was to see Landon again after so long.
When I finally made it back home, all I wanted to do was take a shower and try to clear my head. I walked into my bathroom and turned on the showerhead. I let the hot water run over me as images and thoughts rushed through my mind. It felt like an eternity before I finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself up in a towel.
As much as I wanted to go straight to bed, my body was dying for something to snack on. So instead of stopping in my bedroom, I went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. I found a container of leftover butter chicken and popped it into the microwave. I also snagged a glass of water while I waited for my food to reheat. Once it had finished heating up, I pulled out the container and grabbed a fork before sitting down at the kitchen counter to eat.
The food was delicious and hit the spot. I probably shouldn't be eating something this heavy so late at night, but it was the perfect food to satisfy me right now.
When I was done, I pushed away my unfinished plate of food before standing up from the bar. It was time for me to wash these up and to get ready for bed.
I quickly cleaned my dishes, because the sooner I did so, the sooner I could get to bed. I had to admit, washing dishes tonight was therapeutic in a way, because some of the stress and worry that I had flowed down the drain along with the soap and the suds. When I was done, I walked to my bedroom and changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas. Afterward, I crawled into bed, and I sighed as I pulled up the sheet and blankets to cover myself.
My head was spinning from all that had happened. Being in the safety of my own home gave me a sense of peace that I hadn't felt since before this whole mess began. I closed my eyes, in hopes that my exhaustion would kick in and I would soon be in a restful sleep.
I hated this.
I was still awake after tossing and turning most of the night over my encounter with Landon. I really needed to get to sleep. For some reason, I couldn’t turn my brain off, so I was stuck trying to find a comfortable position until my mind decided to give me a reprieve.
An idea popped into my head that might give me the ability to stop thinking of the million and one things that seemed to crowd my mind on a regular basis.
I moved the long shirt I’d worn to bed out of my way so that my fingertips could touch my panties. I shifted the offending item out of the way and found myself wet. Maybe this was a great idea after all.
I ran a finger up and down my slit, choosing to let myself be my own lubrication, before rubbing it across my clit. I repeated the motion until a steady rhythm grew. With the way I was going, there was a chance that I wouldn’t last long.
And then an image of Easton flashed in my mind. Yes, I was still pissed at him, but the memory of what he’d done to my body was enough to send sparks straight to my pussy.
“Mmm,” I said as I began to rub faster, wishing that his hands were on me instead of my own. My back arched as I found the spot I was looking for.
The memory of his hands on my skin made me shiver with need. Memories of how he fucked me in his SUV when no one had been around, swam to the surface. It would have been so easy for us to get caught, and the thrill of that had me coming harder than I’d ever come in my life. I wished he was here, but he was also the last person on Earth that I would want to see right now.
A moan followed as I grew closer to my goal. I could swear that I heard my heart pounding in my ears, and I loved every second of it.
With a sharp cry, my orgasm crashed over me in waves that I couldn’t control. My body shook due to the force of it, and I rode out the dizzying high, prolonging it as long as I could.
My body felt wonderful after pleasuring myself, but there was still a sense of longing for him that I couldn’t escape.
8
BIANCA
Isank deeper into the cushions of my couch as my mind raced back and forth with thoughts about how convoluted my world had become. My leg jittered angrily as I stared at what had to be over forty dresses which my mother had sent over for me to try on until I found one that would be appropriate to attend some holiday party engagements that I assumed Tristan Whitmore would be attending too. All it did was make me angry about this fake engagement all over again, and I wanted to take my time shredding each and every dress to soothe my feelings.
So far, there hadn’t been any word about the photos leaking, but I felt as if every day, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop when it came to them. I was convinced it was only a matter of time before they did, and then we would be in major crises mode.
Just then, a notification sounded on my phone, interrupting my thoughts. It was the front desk, contacting me through their app, asking if I wanted them to let an Easton Beaumont up to my apartment. My heart freaked the fuck out as I read his name over and over again. I didn’t want to believe that he was here, but I knew that security was tight, and they’d have verified it was Easton standing in the lobby.
I released a frustrated sigh before I typed out a response.
