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I shouldn’t be so addicted to another girl when it’s only been two years since I lost Allie.
But the thing about life is, sometimes people bulldoze right in when you least expect it. They’ll create chaos in your world with a big smile on their face, not giving a fuck that they just wrecked everything you thought you knew.
That’s what Zamira Stone has done to me.
My feelings for her are confusing as hell, but it’s definitely something more than just the intrigue that I keep trying to pretend it to be. I spend way too much time wondering what’s going on in her mind. What she thinks about the situation we’ve got her in. Hell, I even find myself wondering about the tiny things like her favorite cereal or what kind of TV shows she likes.
She should’ve been just another person on our list to get rid of, but now that we’ve spent more time with her, that doesn’t seem like an option anymore. We can all continue to lie to ourselves or we can be truthful about this messy-ass situation.
It’s a terrifying thought, but at least I’m not pretending it’s not happening. I’m still hesitant around her because she’s like a fucking time bomb. One second you think you know what she’s going to do, then the next she does the exact opposite. But I won’t hide that I feel something for her.
Not anymore. Allie’s death taught me you never know how much time you have left.
We’ve all been playing each other, but it doesn’t feel like a game anymore. The only problem is the fact that this can’t go anywhere. We can’t hold her captive forever if this were truly to be something real, but the risk of letting her go and exposing us is not something I’m willing to do.
We’re at an impasse that leads nowhere good.
The bathroom door swings open as fog surrounds Zamira’s tiny frame, pulling me from the deep confusion that she is to us. The moment she passes the threshold into the bedroom, it suddenly feels a hell of a lot smaller in here.
She’s only wearing a tiny white towel that barely covers her ass, leaving little to the imagination. I can’t say that I really mind. She looks so beautiful with her thick, wet blonde hair sticking to her back. Her eyes lock on mine, still smoldering with the intensity of her interaction with Novak.
Bruises line her temple and her jaw along with a few lining her arms and legs. Anger bubbles in my chest as a low growl escapes me from seeing the marks on her body. Thankfully, Novak is paying the price for not only taking away the only woman I’ve ever loved, but for also putting his hands on Zamira, hurting her too.
The more I stare at her, the more I find myself getting worked up again. Novak’s a fucking piece of shit that I want to kill, then bring back to life so I can do it over and over again for the rest of my life.
“You’re bloody,” she says softly, roaming her gaze down my body, taking in Novak’s blood soaking into my clothes and on my arms.
“You’re clean.” My voice is dripping with sarcasm, but she still chuckles softly, shaking her head. I’m trying to bring myself down, but it’s hard knowing the man responsible for Allie’s death is just below my feet.
“That I am.” She arches her eyebrow, challenging me like she always does. I try to hold my resolve as much as I can; right now is not the time to release the beast inside of me. Everything in me wants to go over there, rip the towel right off her body and fuck her deep into the bed until she’s begging me to stop. I need to find my release somehow.
“You’re angry.” She cocks her head to the side, looking at me with hazy, concerned eyes as she approaches me. Instead of saying anything, I let her walk toward me cautiously. Standing toe to toe, she reaches her palm up cupping my cheek, her soft touch threatening to break my resolve. My chest rises rapidly, struggling to control the beast begging to be released. “You want to talk about it?”
Her gaze is sincere, but talking is the last thing I want to do. All I want is to be seated deep inside of her like I’ve wanted since the first day I saw her. I want to forget about all the shit I’ve been through in my life. I want to finally do something that makes me happy. Something for myself.
“No.” I grab her wrist, pulling her closer to me while I cup the back of her neck with my other hand. She puts her free hand on my chest, feeling my erratic heartbeat.
“Theon…” she whispers, still looking at me intently. I know she wants to talk about it, but that’s the last thing I want. I’ve never been the greatest at talking, but rather communicating through my actions and demeanor.
My mouth crashes into hers forcefully, just as I capture the gasp that leaves her. Our lips clash together, fighting for control with every fleeting second. There’s nothing graceful or romantic about this kiss, it’s pure unadulterated raw need for each other. Removing my hands from her wrist and the back of her neck, I reach down and yank the towel clean off her body, letting it pool on the floor.
She pulls back from my mouth, looking at me with surprise while standing bare before me. The shock quickly turns into hunger while she looks at my fully clothed body. The look in her eyes makes my cock twitch with need. “You’re a little overdressed, big guy.” Her fingers meet my belt, fumbling frantically to take it off. Both of us are sucking in air rapidly, acting like this will be the only chance we get to have each other.
Fuck, it might be.
She works the button on my jeans, pulling them and my boxers clean off my body while I shrug my shirt off at rapid speed. Stepping out of my clothes piled on the floor, her eyes cling to my hardened cock sticking straight out, pointing right at her. We stand for a moment staring at each other's naked bodies. She is fucking perfect. Every curve and dip of her body calls to me, begging to be touched.
She looks down at my arms. Blood lightly covers them from where it sprayed out of Novak, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, this girl likes blood. She’s made that clear from how much she likes Blais’ antics. I wonder if she realizes that about herself.
Her breath hitches as she nibbles on her bottom lip, never taking her eyes off my dick that’s bobbing from my erratic pulse. Bringing my arms around to her ass, I cup it forcefully, pulling her up my body. Her legs lift off the ground, instinctively wrapping around my waist, putting her body at the perfect height for my cock to rub against her slick core as her arms wrap around my neck. I can smell her desire from here, reminding me just how fucking sweet she tastes.
“Ahh, shit, that feels good,” she whispers before she bites my neck, then licks the same spot right after. My cock continues to rub at her entrance, making her wiggle against my body. “Theon... I… I need you right now.”
I was just thinking the same thing, princess.
I got so distracted by her body that I forgot about her period comment she made in the bathroom earlier.
“Shit, you started your period,” I say, acting like a gentleman, fully knowing that I don’t give a fuck whether she is or not. A little blood isn’t going to stop me from having her sweet cunt wrapped around my cock.
