Cupids Peak

by Lee Jacquot

One of his shoulders lifts half-heartedly. “The only attention I ever wanted, I’m getting right now.”

“You could say I’m direct,” he finally says. “I like to say what I want, how I want it, and how they’re going to give it to me.”

“I’ve had a thing for you since freshman year when I overheard you and your sister talking about who you’d fuck-marry-kill when it came to the cast of The Breakfast Club.

“I want to know you’re sure because this has been brewing for a very long time, and I intend to take everything you’re willing to give me. And I expect you to take everything I give.”

“You’re doing so good, Mia. Can I tell you something before I have you come all over my hand?” She attempts to speak, but after the word comes out indecipherable, she nods. A smile stretches across my lips. “This belongs to me, tonight.”

“Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”

“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”

“This is going to hurt,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “And you’re going to fucking take it.”