Page 73 of Sinful Desires
She shrugged as if it were obvious. “Virgins tend to get too attached once they lose their v-card. I don’t want the extra responsibility that comes with that.” She was beginning to sound a lot like Hunter.
“That won’t be a problem for me,” I assured her.
Curiosity swirled within her green eyes as she tried to make sense of the turn this conversation had taken. “What are you saying then?’ she queried. “That you’re genuinely curious about sex?” Shrugging, I continued to massage her perky breasts. This was a huge leap for me. As long as I was in control of what was happening, then my nerves remained at bay. However, I’d also never willingly touched anyone like this before. It was different, but not in a bad way. Aspen was a very attractive girl—even if it took me some time to realize that about her. Somehow, this conversation didn’t deter me and that’s what freaked me out.
“I’m just wondering if you’d fuck me given the chance.”
Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and swiped across her bottom lip as she moistened it. My eyes followed the movement like they had a mind of their own. I wondered what those lips would feel like around my throbbing cock—what any lips would feel like really.
“I genuinely can’t answer that,” she said at last. “I’m the most indecisive person I know.”
Dropping my hands from her body, I took a step away, putting space between us. A look of indifference slid over my face as I shut down all the human urges screaming at me. “I think I’ve got you figured out,” I began, her eyes clashing with mine. “You’ll fuck anything that gives you enough attention as long as they meet your standards of attractive.” Her facial expression morphed into rage and disbelief as she stared at me like I was a monster. As if coming to her own senses, she wrapped her arms around her chest, shielding them from me—like that mattered. I’d gotten a good enough look. “I’ve never shown you an act of kindness,” I continued. “And you still would have fucked me, just like that?” An incredulous laugh slipped free.
“You used me,” she muttered, realization settling in. To be honest, it hadn’t been planned. None of it. “Wow,” she continued, surprise evident in her tone. She didn’t sound upset though; it was more like she was…impressed? “Maybe I underestimated you.”
“It wasn’t exactly hard,” I retorted. “This is what, your second—almost third—week here and you’ve already hoed yourself out to three guys that we know of.”
Her lip curled into a snarl and her eyes flashed with fury. “I didn’t hoe myself out to anyone,” she snapped. “Having sex with one person within that timeframe hardly makes me a hoe. Not that you’d know anything about that.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I smirked, enjoying this way too much. “But from where I’m standing, no matter how you look at it, you’re still a fucking whore.”
Her face reddened as anger consumed her. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her this pissed off before actually. Usually, she carried a I don’t give a fuck about anything attitude and had a tendency of not letting things get to her. Apparently, she wasn’t too fond of slut-shaming.
Before I knew what was happening, she’d moved forward and reached out, fisting the collar of my shirt in her hand. Eyes widening, everything seemed to move in slow motion as she jerked me toward her, lifted herself on the toes of her feet, and swiped her tongue across my cheek. I didn’t even have time to think about reacting before she shoved me backwards, making me stumble. My heart beat erratically as I steadied myself.
Childhood memories clawed at the forefront of my mind, forcing me to give into them. Mike, being my father, became my sole caregiver after my mom died. Over the years, I’d grown increasingly scared of him, so I often had a weapon on me just in case. One day, he’d gotten too drunk—which wasn’t unlikely for him, and he started to hit me. Somehow, I managed to get away and ran outside and into the backyard. This only seemed to piss him off though, because when he caught me, a look of pure rage was written all over his face. Grabbing me by the throat, he slammed me into a tree and knocked the wind from my small body. I’d always been tall for my age, yet skinny for my size. His breath reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. I’m not sure when I blacked out. I vaguely remembered him saying some fucked up shit about my mom right before he delivered a few more blows to my stomach and ribs. I knew that he’d beat me to death in his fit of drunken rage, so I dug out the knife from my pocket, and jammed it through his jugular. Even as the blood started spurting from the wound, I just stood there. The fear never came. There was no disgust. No remorse.
Snapping back to reality, bile rose to the back of my throat. Aspen was already dressed and was in the process of moving toward the door when my gaze snagged on her.
The blood within my body boiled and all I saw was red. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I demanded, moving toward her. By the time I reached her, she’d managed to crack the door, but I pressed my palm to the wood over her head, preventing her from leaving.
Sighing, she turned to face me. “Breakfast obviously. I’m hungry.”
Frustration slithered through me, and my fingers itched with the need to strangle her. Who the fuck did she think she was? People have met worse fates than doing less than what she just did. A bored expression gripped her features as she stared back at me, not a trace of fear in sight. For some reason, that only stoked the anger inside me even more.
“You’re delusional if you think you’re going anywhere other than that cell,” I gritted out, the flames inside me engulfing me in an inferno.
Another sight flitted past her lips, but her expression remained neutral. “You’re so uptight,” she retorted like that was supposed to help her case. “I technically didn’t even touch you.” A flash of amusement twinkled in her gaze. Was she enjoying this?
The need to hurt her was growing. To punish her. But maybe she was right. As much as I hated to admit it, maybe I needed to stop acting on my natural impulses so quickly. If there’s one thing I was learning from being around Aspen, it was that she wasn’t just going to stop because we punished her. In the end, it would be more exhausting. So, it was time I started picking my battles.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled. “Do as I say and come on before I change my mind.” Dropping my arm from the door, I stepped back to put more space between us.
“Yes master,” she mocked with an eye roll before pulling the door open the rest of the way.
Sinking my teeth into my tongue, the small ball brushed against the back of my teeth as I convinced myself to let the comment slide. This bitch was testing my patience and I might have needed a shot of dope just to put up with it.
Slipping on my shoes near the door, I followed her out in the hall. My hands ran through my hair in a repetitive motion as I worked to smooth it out. By the way we both looked right now, it wouldn’t take much for people to assume we had sex. That would get Raven, Gia, Madison, and Jessica off our fucking back for a while.
As we neared the elevator, I was only partially surprised to see Jessica standing there. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took note of our appearance and then her gaze slid over to Aspen, a curl of disgust tilting her upper lip.
“You really get around, don’t you?” she said icily, looking her up and down.
The question was rhetorical, but Aspen answered all the same. “Apparently.” She glanced over at me, accusation dancing through her irises.
“You know,” Jessica continued, stepping in front of the girl beside me as she blocked her way to the elevator. “Collin only fucked you because he was rebounding from Madison. But now that they’re an official couple, you might as well have never even existed to him.” Her lips stretched into a malicious smile.
Aspen nodded, pursing her lips as she contemplated what Jessica had just said. By now, I was catching on to her personality and knew what she was really doing, was making a mockery of it. “What was Hunter’s reason for sticking his dick in my mouth then?” Her mouth kicked up in a smirk, and I nearly choked on my spit.