I would have to have been shit-faced to come here with Edge. Right? I mean he’s my mortal enemy. There is no way. My mind replays everything. The asshole has been out for months and never even tried to see me…
Visions of locating my five-inch heels and throwing one at his damn beautiful face swirl in my mind.
I hate him. My stomach does an excited lurch. See… all of this is because I’m hungover, not because Edge is naked in bed with me.
Naked with a dragon on his hip looking like it might go down to his penis. I want to be arrogant enough to think that dragon is because of me. After all, I’m the one who was into Chinese astrology, not him. But since we were both born the year of the dragon…
“Jesus,” I breathe out. He’s delicious.
He’s danger. And a stranger. Stranger danger. God, I’m losing it.
I throw off the covers and kind of stumble into the exquisite bathroom with its large tub and incredible shower. Sitting on the toilet, I think about my next move.
First, I need to wrap my head around the fact that Edge is out of jail.
Second, his crappy dad died, so now he’s got money.
Third, he’s pretty much a bully and might be insane. He pulled a gun on Dougie. Shit, Doug. He’s not going to be happy about this, not that I blame him. “God, my life.” I flush and almost scream at my appearance in the mirror as I wash my hands.
My eyes look like someone has taken a baseball bat to them, like something you’d see in a cartoon. The smoky makeup I went with yesterday was fantastic. Now, I look scary.
“Shit.” I lower my head and clutch the sink. I’m a mess, all over the place. I should grab my shoes and leave. But since he dragged me away like a caveman, I don’t have my purse. So, I can’t leave. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
I need a shower and have no clue what time it is. But the old Edge could sleep through an earthquake, so screw it, I’m taking a shower. This is by far the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in, and I might as well take advantage of it.
I open the glass door and start the rain shower. That’s what it sounds and feels like. I close my eyes and try to let my mind go blank. Instead, I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s exciting, unpredictable, and fucking dangerous. And if I’m being honest, I didn’t come with him because I was drunk; I came because he’s my everything. I have no intention of walking away first. I almost smile because I got a full night’s sleep with not one nightmare.
The door clicks open and it’s like I conjured him up as he steps inside the large white shower.
His body is nothing but solid muscle. When he reaches for me, rather than saying no, I go to him. This might be my one chance and I want him.
“Edge,” I say, feeling lightheaded.
“Don’t move.” His head dips under the water as his hands find my breasts. And I moan. It echoes, but I don’t care if the world hears me. Edge is with me, touching me, like really touching me. He rubs my nipples then sinks to his knees and I’m lost.
Christ, I was lost the moment he showed up at the club. He probably hates me. I don’t care. He pushes me until my back hits the tiled wall, then licks and sucks my nipple as his other hand grabs for my ass.
“Oh God,” I groan, eyeing his large shoulders. As the water pelts down on him, his tattoos appear to come to life.
He stops. Our eyes lock and it’s all there. I want to grab him and never let him go. Because this… the way he makes me feel when he looks at me is all I’ll ever need.
He wants me and I want him, and maybe just maybe there’s a chance for us.
“Edge, I…” He latches on to my nipple, sucking until he rolls it with his teeth and bites it.
“Ow.” I jerk but he ignores me and keeps licking.
“Let’s see if you like it soft or rough.” He spreads my legs, his thumb starting to rub my clit. “Fuck, baby you’re soaked.”
I can’t seem to speak as every single cell in my body is tingling. My head falls to the side as I watch him. He seems transfixed watching his thumb go in and out of me, then swirling it around my clit as if this is all he needs. My hands leave the shower tiles and I grab on to his shoulders.
“Yeah… that’s it.”
My cheeks heat up as I dig my nails into his shoulders harder.
“Easy, Dolly.” His tongue replaces his thumb as his fingers spread me open so he can feast on me.
“God,” I moan as the vision of him eating me makes my core clench.
“Holy shit… Edge.” I grab his hair. My body jerks as wave after wave of pleasure flows through me.
“Such a pretty cunt.” He stands. I’m shaking and I probably should be insulted that it sounded like he used the cunt word as a double meaning.
He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb and dips his head to kiss me. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter what he says because I know what I feel. His kiss is soft, and he traces my lips with his tongue as if trying to memorize every curve. He pulls back and all I hear is our breathing in sync with the water caressing us. We’re in our own world, and I never want to leave.
I blink up at him and he smiles. Jesus, I might die. He’s a force that makes me want to do and be things I thought were long forgotten. An exciting flutter runs up my spine as I acknowledge the truth.
I want him.
But more than that, I want to please him in a way that almost startles me.
I like this darkness in him. His power excites me. I will be his everything again.
He leans his forearms against the tile, caging me as he captures my lips. And I know deep down these are kisses that never should happen.
“Fuck.” He lifts his head, his eyes wild as if he feels the same way.
Explosive. That word replaces danger as I reach for his mouth to take me to that place again. Pure feeling, nothing but his body, mouth, hands, tongue.
“I need you, Edge. Do it. Make it all go away,” I pant.
His blue eyes capture mine as we both connect, and just like that, the battle is gone. I’m his.
“I need to be inside you now.” He lifts me up. My back hits the cool tile and the spray from the shower pours down on our slick bodies. He’s so hard, so beautiful, I don’t worry about what’s coming next. I want him. Need him. Jesus, my very life depends on this moment and what we’re about to do.
“Hold on, baby,” he grunts and his eyes find mine.
His thick dick presses against my stomach and a shiver of excitement, maybe even fear, snakes up my spine.
I can’t seem to get a good breath as I tighten my arms around his neck. His hands spread my legs wide open, one under each knee as his giant cock sits at my entrance. Before I can scream my truths, he’s inside me. One quick thrust.
The pain isn’t as bad as I expected, or maybe I’m in shock because holy fuck.
That was rough, fast, and… he hasn’t moved.
“You can’t be,” he snarls into my lips. “No fucking way. Not even you would pull th…” He pulls out and eases his way into me again. As he pumps into me slowly, now it does burn.
“Baby…” His voice cracks. I grasp onto it. Because I need him to want me, love me, and when he calls me that, I know he does. I blink the water out of my eyes so I can see his face as he thrusts inside me. “Tight,” he grunts then closes his eyes shutting me out.
“Fuck you, Dolly. Fuck you for this.”
Gone is any part of the Edge that I wanted. But that doesn’t matter. What matters are his vicious words. So, I close my eyes because he can’t hurt me if I don’t look at him.
He’s quick. Not even trying to make it last, his body jerks and he’s done. I try to keep my legs wrapped around him. It can’t end like this.
Edge’s lips remain on my forehead, his hard breathing making me alert. Like an annoying alarm clock when you forget to turn the snooze button off—that’s what’s happening in my brain.
I can feel him. Feel he’s holding back his pain, rage, all the shit that is us.
Then he rips me ope
n, and this pain is way worse than him taking my virginity as he says, “You kill me. How many times are you going to break my heart?”
“Don’t.” I shake my head. Drops of water, or maybe tears, drip down our faces as my legs unlock from around him. I want him out of me. All at once, I’m filled with shame. Why try to defend myself? He’s making me the villain again, which is absurd since I gave him everything and he’s acting like I poisoned him.
“I wanted…” I stop talking when what I see in his eyes makes me shiver.
He pulls out of me. “You should have told me.”
If looks could kill, I’d be dead. He doesn’t say more and leaves me propped against the tile shower, my vagina throbbing and body shaking. Why is he so angry? And how dare he say I broke his heart? I start to laugh. Otherwise, I’m going to freak and fuck that.
I grab a little bottle of shower gel, but in my anger, it slips out of my hands.
“Goddamn it.” I take a breath. It’s not the shower gel’s fault Edge is making me have guilt. I squirt some into my palm and inhale the vanilla scent. When I graduate, I’m going to fill my salon with luxurious things like this. Nothing but the best will be in my place.
I wash fast, getting more pissed by the second. This is the problem with all the Disciples. They always think they’re right. It’s their way or the highway.
“Screw that,” I mumble. I’m my own woman. I’ll make my own money. I don’t need Edge or my dad. Well, I will let my dad buy me the shop, but he owes me. It’s business.
I shut off the faucet so hard my wrist aches for a second. Whatever. It’s Doug and me against the world. Stepping out, I take a white folded towel, wrap it around me, and march out into the room.
EDGE
Eighteen years old
I don’t bother with a towel. She’s fucking unbelievable, a true plague on society. I shouldn’t be so upset about this because she means nothing to me… but then that would bring me down to her level. And I might be a lot of things, but a liar I’m not.
Gutted. That’s how I feel right now. Something I’ve dreamed about, that I believed I lost any chance of experiencing with her… she gives to me in the shower like a goddamn whore.
Actually, a whore has way more self-respect. I grab my jeans and pull them up not bothering to button them. I’m going back to bed after I smoke. I need to order room service and get drunk. I paid for this room; I’m going to enjoy it.
Grabbing my cigarettes, I step out on the balcony, which I left open last night. Clear blue skies greet me as I light up. The palm trees and the Hollywood Hills should make me happy. Instead, bile rises in the back of my throat. I inhale my cancer stick hoping to rid myself of the acid.
I need to try to reason with my mind. Sort through why she would do this.
I know her. Now I need to think like her. She’s different, but this… this hurt. Christ, we’re not good together.
Toxic.
It’s what comes to mind. Taking another long drag, I watch the red tip of my cigarette burn and wonder why she still has power over me.
Closing my eyes, I lean back against the railing and let the sun beat down on my face. All I fantasized about was being her first, wanting to believe so badly that she saved herself for me so I could teach her, make her mine.
And she fucking says nothing. Jesus Christ, I don’t know who I’m madder at: her or me?
My body tightens as I sense her approach. Edge and Dolly plays in my head. Snorting, I flick my cigarette over the balcony and turn to her.
Edge and Dolly are dead. At least the old version of us. Memories, visions of her in various stages of my life appear—two sad kids bonding together in a fucked-up world.
Her vanilla candy scent invades me. The heat from the shower and her anger bounce off her body.
“Why?” she screams. “I gave you my virginity. I thought that would make you happy.”
Christ, is she so self-absorbed that she’s lost all sense of us? Or maybe she’s a compulsive liar. Either way, my head is pounding.
“Get your shoes, your dress and get the fuck out.” She flinches but holds her head up, her eyes looking big and tortured.
Rage. I’ve kept silent for too long, and after what she pulled, I’m ready to go off.
“Do you need money? Is that why you’re still here?” I motion with my head at the glass coffee table.
“There’s a couple hundred in my wallet. Take it.”
She draws in a deep breath as if she’s trying hard not to freak out. But she forgets how well I know her. She exhales as if she’s doing yoga. Her cheeks are flushed, lips red, and if she didn’t make me despise her, I’d think her the most stunning woman to walk on this earth.
“Edge, whatever you believe, all of it is wrong.” She starts to wave her hand as the other one holds the towel tight.
My eyes narrow. “Really?”
“Yes, if we could talk, I would explain.”
“But you’re a liar, so all talking is pointless.”
“Stop it,” she snips. “You’re making me the bad guy and I—”
“You on birth control?” It’s cold, but then so is she. Misty put Dolly on the pill at fifteen. She knows I know this. Still, you can’t be too careful. Look at what’s happening with David. He’s finally knocked up one of the patch bunnies and has gone off the deep end. All he does is fuck, do drugs, and drink to block out his mistake.
So, what do I do? Fuck her. Not once did it occur to me to wrap it up. All I wanted was Dolly and her fucking pussy.
Her eyes widen and she looks like I slapped her. Guess she’s still on it then.
“You fuck.” She looks around as if she searching for something to throw at me. Dolly is violent. It’s how she gets her power back. She attacks.
I have always fought her battles, so I get her frustration. But I won’t allow her temper tantrums, especially when all of this is her fault. Her chest heaves up and down and my cock hardens, which does nothing but piss me off.
“So that’s a yes?” I growl as she stares at me.
“Fuck you.” Her eyes fill with tears, but she lifts her chin and spits in my face.
Spits in my face.
I don’t even blink as her saliva drips down my cheek and onto my chest. A rush of adrenaline spikes up to my head as my body comes alive. She should have left, escaped while she had the chance. Now she’s doomed. She wants to fuck with me? We’ll see who wins.
“No. Don’t come any closer, or I’ll do something you won’t like.” She backs up, her eyes darting around.
But I’m done. Done.
“Lick it off.” I grab her before she can bolt and jerk her small frame to me.
“Edge, I don’t know what ca—”
“Lick. It. Off. Me.”
Her eyes are huge as she swallows but shakes her head no and pleads her case. “This was a mistake. We’re a mistake. I have post-traumatic stress d—”
“You’re fucking fine, or you will be. I won’t say it again. Trust me, for your sake, I’d lick every fucking drop. And if you ever spit on me again…” I raise her up holding her under her arms so that we are eye level.
“No.” Her mouth trembles as I bring her lips so close they touch mine.
“No?” I whisper, the saliva dripping onto her chin we’re so close.
“No.” She puffs out some air and I suck it in as if I can steal her soul, then set her down. She reaches for me to steady her.
“I told you that you can’t win this fight, but I love that you want to try. I shove her to her knees, unzip my pants, and grab the back of her head, wrapping my hands tight in her hair.
“You don’t want to lick your spit off my face, then you can gag and lick your spit off my cock. But by the end of this, we’ll both know who wins.”
“Edge…”
I don’t hesitate. My body’s a tight wire as I shove my cock straight down the back of her throat. Her gag reflex is almost too much for me already as I close my eyes and breathe through my no
se. In and out, I guide her using her thick hair. I used to love it long, but the shorter cut makes it easier for me to hold her the way I want her.
Tears stream down her eyes, saliva drips down my balls and her chin and yet I don’t let up. The primal urge to dominate her, cage her, keep her, fuels my hips to make her go deeper.
“Fuck,” I hiss and jerk her head off my drenched cock so I can look at her.
Her lips are swollen and saliva hangs from her chin along with her tears, and for one split second, I forget all the pain she’s caused me. I let myself love her like I always wanted to yet was denied.
She must see the change in me because she reaches for my hands to help her. Saliva has made its way down to her breasts. The towel lies at her feet.
“Edge? I’m sorry.” She reaches a hand to touch my lips as if to guide what she wants out of them.
“You ready to lick the spit off my face or do you want to go back for more?”
“What?” Her eyes are slits.
“Lick it off.”
She shakes her head, her eyes nothing but huge brown orbs swimming with defiance.
“I’ve got all day, Dolly. We can play this out to the bitter end.” I grab her and toss her on the bed. She scrambles away, her back against the gold padded headboard.
I kick off my jeans and her eyes dip to my hard, wet cock.
She bites the bottom of her lip. “Edge, this is crazy… you’re crazy.”
“You spit in my face.”
She pales as if it’s dawning on her for the first time.
“I hate you,” she hisses.
I throw my head back to laugh at her dramatics. “Dolly, if it was only that easy for us.”
“I’ll never forgive you if you make me do this.” Her whole neck is flushed, and I can smell her excitement. She might lie to herself, but she can’t lie to me.
I grab her legs and pull her to the end of the bed as she squeals. “What’s it going to be?” Her breasts are heaving as I spread open her legs and she closes her eyes.
“Fine.” I kneel down to eat her cunt. It’s already dripping wet. She thrashes her head from side to side but keeps her eyes closed as I go straight for her clit. I’m not fucking around. She’s gonna learn and learn quick. She tastes like candy and I grab my cock and start to jerk myself off as I lick and suck.
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