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by
C.M. Stunich
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October 3 - October 6, 2020
“I've already said my piece: the girl is a snake in the grass. Get a fucking lawnmower, Marnye.”
“There’s a purity in you that very well might cancel out the darkness in me. Marnye, I’m not ashamed to admit it: I want you, and I’m willing to fight for the privilege of calling you mine.”
“That’s my girlfriend’s other boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend,” Zayd says, and his friends look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m like, poly or something now.”
“Your Majesty, indeed. Marry me and make it official. No pre-nup. You can have half my fortune if we ever get divorced.”
“I’ll never be a nice guy, and I’ll never be a saint, but if you’re game to let me try, I’ll make a valiant change. If you could only love me for the asshole that I am, then I swear to God I’d be the man you want to claim.”
I’m feeling bold, too, so I lean forward and lick the sweat from his throat, causing Zayd to stumble over the words he’s singing.
“Tell Zack and Creed I’m sorry,” he growls, his voice still stuck halfway between speech and song. “For what?” I whisper, shaking all over, my hands curled in his sweaty tank. “For putting them to shame. Let me show you how a rock star fucks.”
He’s just a damaged boy with a cruel streak. I … shouldn’t want to hold him close and banish his darkness, but I do. Fuck me, but I do. I’ve fallen for the good girl fixes the bad boy stereotype.
“To stifle your screams,” he whispers, and then his right hand dives down and under my skirt, teasing me and making me moan. The pencil really does help when I clench my teeth around it. “You’re too smart for your own good. It drives me nuts.”
Thank God that lady boners are invisible, right?
“Have fun writing up that physics report with a massive boner,”
“Keep calm and carry on, right?”
“I’d also like to take this moment to profess my love,” Windsor says, putting his palm over his heart and lifting his chin. “It’s a royal proclamation.”
“I love your daughter, too,” he says, and I swear, if there was a single spot on my body that wasn’t red, it would be now.
Fuck you, love. Like, seriously, fuck you.
“When it comes to you, Marnye Elizabeth Reed, I haven't the slightest idea. I thought you'd be a fast burn, fun way to pass the time …” He steps forward, that daffodil and leather polish smell of his tickling my nostrils. It's mixed with that fresh sweat scent that brings to mind all sorts of naughty things we could be doing in the dark. “Instead, you've become a slow burn obsession.”
He stares at me so hard that I feel like all my inhibitions are being shed like a banana peel, stripping right down and leaving my pale yellow flesh quivering. Whoa. That was a totally weird metaphor. Scratch that. Pretend I never said anything at all.
I move my free hand to the side of his face, and he grabs my wrist again, pinning me to the bookcase.
“Sometimes I think you're too sweet. But then I wonder if it's my job to be your bitter.”
“Stop torturing me.” “Why should I? That's my MO, right? I'm the big, bad bully.”
“I love you, Marnye Reed,” he whispers in my ear, just as my climax hits like a wave and shatters me to pieces, body, heart, and soul.
“True. But it’s not always the ending that’s the most important. Sometimes, the journey to get there is just as good.”
Tristan pauses for a moment, and then he walks over to the bed, crawls up between Creed’s legs and touches the side of his face.
🔥🔥 it’s legit too hot up in here atm
“So when I decided that I was in love with you, and that you were mine, I chiseled that decision on my heart in stone.” He steps forward and puts his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up to meet his. “You’re mine, Marnye, and I’m not letting go. Not even if I have to share your heart. The way you love, it’s infinite. That’s more than enough for me.”
