Halloween House Party (2)

Chapter 2:

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“You know exactly what I mean” I hear the sinful way his lips turn up in a devilish smile. The same that drew me to him in the first place; I drank poison and asked for more, slowly dying from the inside but refused to stop and save myself because he made it taste so damn good.

Slowly, trying to keep my composure I turn back taking in the way he stands there in the dim light, staring through me, that look in his eyes as if he knows me, still knows me. I close the distance, getting up in his face, an evil glimmer in his stormy gaze as rage boils my blood hot. “Fuuck youuuu!” I scream, slamming the bottles on the counter beside us. “How dare you call me that” I take a step closer with each heated word spouted back. “None of this is my fault, you’re the one who fucked me over Jason, not the other way around!”

His real name slips past my lips quicker than I can stop it, trap it on my tongue to assure both of us that I was still as over him as I pretended to be. His grin grows, those fangs poking out making him look more like the monster he is, his words like knives slowly slicing into my skin. “I knew it, I just knew you missed me; you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. After all you never were good at telling people what you wanted, telling me what you wanted.” Suddenly I don’t think I’m in control anymore. “How you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, taaaste you.”

He lingers on the whispered word as those smooth hands once again sit at my waist, thumbs rubbing circles in the skin, my breaths coming too fast as his lips lower to meet mine. “S..sstop” I stutter, the word barely squeezing by with my throat closing tight.

“Why don’t you make me” he teases, drawing closer, my chest pressing against his, every inhale taking a little more of his ocean scent in, drowning in his dangerous sex appeal.

“I—” licking my lips I try to speak, the words getting caught, stuck on my tongue, his dark grey gaze following the movement, hungry. “No” I cry out, forcing him back a step. “I’m not yours anymore.” I find his eyes, despite how much I try to keep the distance between us, the height difference forcing me to look up. “You hurt me, and I can’t forgive you; I can barely forgive myself for being with you for so long. Everything you did to me, that I let you do…” I trail off, getting lost in the memories of us, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Just do us both a favour and move the fuck on.”

Side stumbling around him, I try to pick up the bottles for what I hope will be the last time and march back to the doors, but I feel my hair tugged from behind, the roots at my scalp screaming as I’m forced back into his embrace, the bottles jiggling as my fingers scrape by in the attempt. “Don’t fucking walk away from me, I’m not done with you.” His lips hover at my ear, one hand in my hair as the other slides down my sides and across my midsection, my body growing tense with his touch.

“Jason, stop you’re hurting me” I whine, my brain feeling foggy from all the drinks, ears plugged up like I’m screaming underwater.

“Shut up” he tugs tighter, pushing me into the counter, bending me over with a hand pressed into my lower back.

“Please” I beg, a new stream of tears slipping from the corners of my eyes, marring my mascara.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Me to take what I want, when I want it? To show you who you belong to? Hit you so deep it hurts and not stop until you’re screaming?!” I hear the zipper of his jeans lower as my hands ball into fists beneath my chest. “Don’t act all innocent now Quinn, we both know you’ve always wanted this.” My stomach roils at his words, his pressed body keeping mine still as his fingers slip past the leotard and fishnets. “Mmm, wet already, you filthy slut” he growls as I choke back the sobbed scream I want to release, his finger rubbing my swollen clit. “You’re gonna take Daddy’s big dick like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I taste the beer on his breath; bitter yet smooth, just before his fake fangs stab deeply into the nape of my neck my teeth grinding together at the blossoming pain.