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She swallows and holds my gaze steady, her eyes thinning the harder she stares.
“Did I strike nerve, Little Thief?”
“My family life is none of your business, asshole,” she spews. “I’d be ashamed to show my face in my mom’s home if I was anything like you.” She attempts to angle her head away from me, but I snatch her cheeks up between my hand, her lips puckering in the process.
“Let go,” she mumbles as the pads of my fingers hit against her molars. “Let go, you stupid prick.”
“There’s that backbone...”
The sounds coming from her mouth don’t have words attached to them. Saliva spews from her mouth and hits my nose, dribbling down to my lips. I ease up. With my free hand, I fist her hair in my hand and wipe my face with it.
“My drugs, Neve, where are they?” I release her cheeks before I cause any permanent damage. As hot as she is and as stupid as this little game of hers is, I’m done playing nice guy.
“I don’t have them.”
I stand up straight, towering over her. “NEVE!” I scream and she flinches again.Fuck.Women don’t normally flinch in my presence.
“I already told you, and this is not a stutter: I. CAN’T! I. SOLD. THEM.”
Sexpoint
NEVE
Vivid, pronounced—those red veins around the eyes.
Back up,my brain tells my body.Get the fuck out of here, Neve.I inch back until I’m met with a cage—the chaise, the shelf, his arms... his lips. Styx’s face is so close to mine, so deliberately in my space, that I slink into the cushions, wishing the world would swallow me into a hole.
Or him. He could swallow me whole.
I shut my eyes and banish the inopportune thoughts of his tongue, his nibbles, him sucking at my clit. As opposed to the many personas in my fantasies, this Styx doesn’t go away when I open them, or when the batteries run out, or when my imagination leads to an orgasm. He’s very much in the flesh, not just a figment, and he’s not happy.
Styx brings his lips to my ear and shouts, “You. Did. What?”
The tone nearly blows out my eardrums, but stills every muscle in my body, terminating the squirm in my legs and the tremor in my fingers, yet creating a soft purr at my core. “I s-s-sold them.”
He lifts me up by the neck, more gently than I expected, and pins me to the wall. Hard frown, hard everything, presses against me as Styx devotes every drop of energy to the alignment of our bodies. Locking my wrists in the air with his free hand, he rubs his scruffy cheek against my soft one. It prickles, leaves the heated layer of my skin raw, but I like it.
I want more of it.
“Ishouldkill you,” he whispers this time. Firm fingers massage the muscles, as if searching for the right position—the precise edges of my carotid, which feverishly pumps blood against the pads of his fingers. “You have no idea who you’ve pissed off and in how much trouble you’re in. My father, the mob, me... I don’t know how you’re still alive.” He pauses for emphasis, for the weight of those words to hit me so hard that I cave and drop to my knees.
Little does he know, I don’t beg.That’s a hard limit.I get myself out of bed every morning, which is one of the hardest things to do, and I face the day head on. Whether crumbling or disintegrating, I’m present in my shitty life. Well, except when I pass out — and I think that’s a mental defense system my brain has established for my stubbornness.
Styx sighs and uses his chin to nudge the wild hair out of the way. “I’m going to help you, Neve, because you helped my mother.” He looks me dead in the eyes. “You saved me, then you stole from me... so we’re even on that, understand?”
Speaking is a last recourse, my fragile neck in his rough grip tells me so. Left for dialogue is my body, every square inch of it trapped underneath him.
I’m not sorry,my eyes adamantly protest.
Styx’s hand tightens around my neck, depriving my brain of reason. I’m dizzy in his presence, lighthearted despite the severity of the situation. My life in his hands feels safer than in my own.
“And I’m going to regretthis.” That hiss, that accent he so diligently brings through, solidifies my feelings. I’m crazy for being turned on by this, but I cried for his fake death. I wished for more time to get to know him and understand what his mother wanted me to see in him.
Now, I have it. For however short it may be.
He releases my neck and the hold on my arms; my blood rushes to all the depraved places.
Kiss me,my heated cheeks tease.
