Page 93 of The Harbinger

A warmth slid up my throat as his hand cupped my cheek, his other pinning my hand against his chest. “You’re quite the opposite of everything I’ve ever known.”

His mouth slammed down on mine, his tongue parting my lips.

My chest fluttered, and my stomach swirled with somersaults as his teeth bit into my tongue, then sucked. A low and growly moan vibrated against my chest as he pulled me closer, his hand moving down my shoulder.

He shifted, tilting his head to the other side, and dove back into my welcoming mouth as I reciprocated the action that should have had me gagging in disgust.Heshould make me sick. But just like tar in a pit, once his sticky substance touched my skin, there was nothing I could do to resist. He’d pull me down to his depths until he consumed myeverything.

Sacha broke the kiss, leaving me breathless when his hand clamped around my wrist at my back. “What do you think would happen now if I were to bend you over and forced you to watch as I fucked you from behind? Would you be so compliant like you are now?”

My stomach sank, and I pushed against his chest, twisting my wrist behind my back. But he was rock-hard stone, impenetrable and unwavering. His hand slipped over the object between my fingertips and yanked, bringing it up between us.

“Very predictable.”

Sacha spun me around before I could see what he held in his hand and glanced at me in the mirror as he tossed the metal rat tail comb back into the drawer, grabbed the hairbrush, and ran it through my tangled locks.

It took him a few moments to brush it smooth as the cocaine set fire to my pocket. What would he do if he caught me with it? I still hadn’t figured out where it came from, and it was stupid to leave it there for so long. It was only a matter of time before I got caught with it.

What if Sacha knew it was there? What if he were the one to put it there as a test, and that’s why he thought I was predictable? If I were to hand it over right now, I’d knock his playing piece off the board.

Would he say I was trite then?

Sacha tossed the hairbrush on the vanity and tugged on a strand of hair, pulling my head back. “You’re going to make us late.” His pained voice sent shivers down my spine as he pressed his hard length against my ass. “And I hate being late.”

“I’m…” I choked on my words and pressed my lips together, recalling the last time he mentioned my apologies.

“You’re learning.” He smiled as he released my hair, and for a split second, this felt normal.

I exhaled, pushing away the familiarity, then straightened myself up in the mirror. “I need to use the restroom first.”

“Meet me downstairs. You have three minutes,” he said, glancing at his bulky silver watch wrapped around his wrist.

“In these heels?” I asked, walking towards the toilet.

“Two and a half, then.”

I picked up my pace and scowled as I disappeared behind the toilet room door and shut it. Pressing my ear against the door, I listened for his shuffling feet exiting my room.

Once my lungs burned from inadvertently holding my breath, I released it on a loud exhale, blowing the hair out of my face.

The first kiss I’d ever given him, much less reciprocated, and it had been out of deceit. The perfect distraction to slip the baggy into my pocket.

It was the first time I’d contemplated using the devilish dust since the day I’d discovered it. An integer inside of me tugged with temptation. Sweat broke out across my brow as I stared at it in my palm.

I need this.

Just a little bit, and then that’s it.

I can stop anytime I want.

This time is different.

I closed my fingers over the bag and took a deep breath, breaking its trance on me, then wiped my brow.

I’d rather jump off the top of this building with bliss coursing through my veins than meet my demise with terror clogging my throat.

Chapter 22

Mia