Page 65 of Lilies from Hell

“Drink,” he says in a softer tone now, although his gaze is still full of rage.

He puts the pill in my mouth, leaving it on my tongue, then brings me the glass of water and tilts it slightly so I can drink. His eyes never leave me.

“Does it hurt much?” He asks. His fingers brushing my cheeks.

I want to tell him no, but my skin is raw and I know I won’t be able to sleep on that side or sit normally for days.

“Yes,” I admit in a low voice.

“Good.” I raise my head with an incredulous look and he smiles for a millisecond. “It’ll pass soon, maybe in a couple of hours.”

I bite my tongue, holding back my words. A heat returns to my body as I think about what happened at the desk. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t like it. That would be stupid after how I came all around his jeans, but it’s something new for me. He makes me feel things that my parents, despite not even being religious, would call impious, wrong, but I love it. I fell in love with him and the things he makes me feel. But at the same time those feeling scares me to death, because I don’t imagine a life where I could bear his rejection if he doesn’t feel the same way.

I gasp when he holds my face in his hands and starts kissing me, biting my lips and making my teeth clash with his. His tongue wanders around my mouth and I sink my teeth into it hard, trapping his piercing. The guttural moan from his throat, as I taste something metallic, makes me reach for his shirt while I suck on his tongue.

His hand makes space between my legs and caresses my inner thighs, his fingers go up until reaching my panties. He pulls them apart and walks his fingers through the already drying stains, making sure to collect his cum in his fingers. Then he breaks the kiss, leaving a soft bite on my lower lip. I still have my eyes half closed when he shoves his cum-covered fingers into my mouth, making me gag.

I have the urge to swallow when I taste his salty-sweet scent on my palate, but his words stop me.

“Don’t,” he warns, painting my lips with the leftover cum in his fingers. “I want everyone to be able to taste me on your lips. Just in case you wanna play games again.”

A knock on the door makes him stand up with a scowl. Before going to open it, he plants a kiss on my forehead that lasts longer than expected. I look behind me and see the brunette who was next to him, looking at us with her eyebrows furrowed. She is irritated about something, and I know why.

“Shall we go now, Alek?” I don’t like her using his short name with that stupid smile and peculiar accent. Italian, I think. I like it even less when he says yes.

I press my lips together, wanting to know where they’re going now. They’re in a club and they’re going to leave together, who knows where and what for. How can he come to me later and complain about anything? He’s an idiot.

“I should leave too,” I mutter, summoning strength from somewhere I don’t have to get up properly and not fall to the floor. Before he can approach me or say anything, I’m already gone.

Alek: I will come back for you. Behave.

I ignore his message and block his number. Then I shove the phone into my bag and I wait for Grace to come back.

“Men. All they’re good for is looking hot and lying,” Grace blurts out, almost slurring her words as she finishes listing Alek’s flaws as a way to cheer me up after I told her I saw him leaving with the brown-haired girl. The only problem is my head, as usual. I can’t see something as a red flag if my head immediately transforms it into a gold flag.

She gets up from the sofa and grabs my arm, forcing me to go with her to the dance floor. I giggle when I see her movements; she looks like a worm trying to escape from salt. My laughter gets louder and more hysterical to the point where I have to hold my stomach.

“Get out of here, you idiot! Can’t you see I’m dancing?” she shouts to a man passing by.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t even touch you, you crazy bitch,” the man says in a tone of total irritation and disbelief, intending to continue on his way, until Grace stops dancing and looks at him angrily.

“What did you call me?” she asks very seriously, stepping in his way, causing me to let out another giggle.

“Not only are you crazy, you’re deaf too. Get out of the way!” the man spits, stepping aside. But Grace quickly grabs a bottle of beer from somewhere and smashes it over his head. I cover my mouth with both hands, stifling my laughter at the sight of the man’s stunned and furious face.

“They say beer is good for the hair,” I say amusedly between laughs. Unlike Grace, my words are still somehow understandable.

The man’s friends just stare at me angrily, but soon their gaze shifts to their friend as he throws the contents of a glass at Grace. A burly man appears out of nowhere to complain about his drink being wasted on my friend’s dress.

“Go to hell, you two! Bunch of drunks!” he spits furiously with a threatening look, clenching his fists tightly.

I gasp when the burly man punches the other man, causing him to stagger and then fall to the ground. His friends rush at the man, starting a fight that Grace and I try to escape without getting hit.

“Let’s go dance somewhere else, this place is a mess,” Grace mutters with a frown. I nod my head, making my dizziness worse and causing me to stagger. If it weren’t for Grace’s arms, I would very likely be on the floor right now.

“Come on,” she stammers, grabbing my wrist, but halfway to the exit she trips over one of her heels.

I don’t notice when she falls to the floor with a thud, her hand no longer on my wrist but on her arse. I let out a loud laugh as I try to lift her up, but feeling weak, all I manage to do is end up on the floor myself.