Page 95 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

“I’m going to nut.” He grunts as he slams home again. His cock twitches inside me as he comes.

Every muscle in my body is taut and frustrated.

“That’s a good girl. Knew you could be.” His lips press to my bare spine above the neckline of my dress. He pulls out of me.

I’m bereft. So empty I want to get on my knees and grovel. No, I want to scream. There’s no way in hell I would ever beg him.

He tosses the condom and fixes his pants. “I’m going to go perform now. And you’re going to stay here and wait for me and the orgasms I’m going to give you while you spend all night in my bed.”

He grabs his bag and slings the strap over his shoulder. Picking up the books where they fell on the couch, he holds my journal up. “And I’ll be keeping this until I’m good and ready to give it back.”

“Asshole. Those are my private thoughts.” I flip my dress back down and smooth it out.

“Yeah, well, perhaps if you told the truth...” He shrugs, before turning his back on me, picking up his leather jacket from the end of the couch and stalking out of the room.

“Prick.” As if I’m going to end up in his bed. No matter how hot the sex is. Or how his filthy promises made me come harder than I ever have. I search around for my underwear before I realize he’s pocketed them.

I kick the couch. Punch it. “Damn it.”

Jasper comes back into the room. His expression stays neutral, though he had to have heard all of that.

If Riot needs to dissect my life since him so badly, then perhaps I should let him. He’s not prepared for what he’ll find. But why should I care?

Skulking around the couch, I flop down on it. I need a distraction. I pull up the notifications I have set up for Riot, and the tour, and my name in case it gets mentioned on social media.

It’s become routine to check—several times a day since I’ve been back with the band—how much info Marco may have on my whereabouts. Keeping my eyes open to what’s going on outside of the bubble that the tour has us in is a must.

And it will give me a chance to block out Riot’s directions. I will not spend the next few hours anticipating what the rest of the night will bring. No siree, not this girl. I don’t care that he’s made a fantasy of mine come true. He’s a bastard.

And I have some fucking dignity.

Or at least I can fake it.

Okay, mentions... let’s see... I’ve only been mentioned once. Oh shit, it’s viral. I press on the notification, and a heap of thumbnail sized videos show up.

“What the hell?” I click on the first one and it fills the screen. Riot is holding Sonatina and she has her tongue down his throat. They’re surrounded by people and they look into each other.

I go to the comments first. Where I’m mentioned they’re beastly. They love the two of them together. They’re a power couple. Sonatina is much better than that bitch he was dating before her. It’s awesome they’re getting back together.

They multiply and multiply in front of my eyes. All new comments. All in the last few hours.

I go back to the video itself.

That’s when I notice Kodiak in the background. Wearing the same outfit he went to that industry party in. And Riot, those are the same clothes he slept in next to me all night while I kept watch over him.

He came from her arms and her lips to my bed.

Oh, hell no.

He can forget about me ending up in his bed ever again.

34

Riot

We stumble off stage bone weary and fucking pumped. What a concert. What a night. Every single concert on this tour keeps getting better. We’re playing new music. And giving new energy to the old stuff. It’s like I’ve been going through the motions for a long time, and I’ve finally found the mojo I’ve been missing.

But tonight... it’s more than the concert that has me feeling like a god as we ride the cart back to our sequestered area. It’s going to take a while to come down from the absolute high I’m currently riding.