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“What else?”
“Everyone in your family looks alike, including your parents.”
I could say the same about his family. Those pale blue eyes, that light brown hair, that wintry white skin.
“And?”
“And you look like you're posing while you think about being fucked.”
I snorted. I wasn't going to take the bait. “I’m talking about mysister.Don't tell me you don't have an opinion about her.”
“She looks nice.”
“And by nice, you mean spectacularly gorgeous, confident, and sexy, because you die inside when you give someone a compliment, right? She’s so beautiful, it’s insane. She gives people whiplash from checking her out. I mean, I’d do her.”
My phone dropped from Patrick’s hand, landing on the blanket by the cookie sheet.
“Hey,” I began, and didn’t get any farther, because that hand was suddenly in my hair, twisting sharply, turning me to face the opposite wall.
The full-length mirror showed my shocked expression, Patrick behind me, his head close to mine.
“Look at yourself.” He emphasized the order with a tug on my hair.
Mascara smudged my eyelids from sobbing while he fucked me. My lipstick was gone, my lips bare and swollen. I’d lost an earring. Wild hair, dark and wavy, begged to spring free of Patrick’s grip.
My bra strap fell over one shoulder. His free hand slipped inside white lace to cup my breast. My lips parted, and I saw myself arch toward him with no shame, not even a second’s hesitation. The mirror didn’t lie.
“Youdon’t look nice.” He pinched my nipple. Fuck it, I moaned — loudly. When he let my hair go, his hand slid swiftly into my panties. My face contorted — greedy, hungry, possessed. God, I looked likethatwhen Patrick touched me?
His voice was soft. “As I said, your sister looked nice. But you’re not a nice girl, are you, Christina?” He stroked my slick lips. I let out another moan.
“I’m a very nice girl,” I muttered.
When a finger sank into me, the mirror showed my snarl. The mirror said otherwise.
“I think I've made it clear that I'm not into nice.” Pulling me in, he kissed me. Hard. My mouth opened, and teeth scraped my lower lip. His finger moved inside my pussy; his pinches on my nipple made me squirm. Dammit, I leaned into the sensations, wanting to be fingered deeper, pinched harder.
As suddenly as he began, he pulled his hand out of my underwear. When he broke the kiss, I was gasping.
“All done?” He nodded at the cookie sheet with its empty dishes. I nodded back, too stunned to reply. “I’ll drive you home.”
I slunk out of bed to hunt down my clothes. “Now you offer.”
*****
Our feet crunched through new-fallen snow. The smoky scent of my sweater and leggings added to my walk of shame. I could smell the money from last night. Feel it on my skin.
“Just drop me off in town, okay? I need to get my electricity turned back on.”
He smiled, and when his eyes caught mine, I could hear his taunting whispers.
“Whatever you want,” he said.
He led me to a blue Ford at the edge of the parking lot. It was well-maintained — freaking spotless — but old.
I eyed the rusting metal at the bottom of the passenger side. “Thisis your car?”
He unlocked the door manually and opened it for me. “What did you expect?”
