She let out a quiet, pained, bitter laugh. “I have spent years watching you with girls. Girls like Cherri. Girls who are everything I’m not. Yet, I still want you. I still want you to look at me the way you look at them. I wore this for you, you know?
“I wore this so for once, for one night, you’d look at me and see past the image you’ve formed of me. See me, Nix. Please just see me.” Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
“I see you, B. I’ve always fucking seen you, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m messed up, baby. Broken and scarred. Those girls are just a means to an end. But you, you’d be my ruin.”
A tear broke free. And another. Until a river of tears streaked down her cheeks as all the words we hadn’t said filled the space between us.
“I think you should take me home,” she said, unable to look at me.
“Wren, please—”
“No, I can’t do this. I need some time, Nix, take me—”
“Stop. Fuck. Just give me a minute, okay?”
She was crying now, sobbing as if her heart was fucking breaking. But didn’t she realize mine echoed her pain? Because she was my mirror, the other half of my dirty fucking soul.
“Shit, B, don’t cry. Please don’t fucking cry.”
Without thinking, I pulled her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle my legs.
“Let me go,” she cried, smudging her Harley Quinn makeup. “Just let me—”
“Stubborn girl.” I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You shouldn’t give me your tears, Birdie, I don’t deserve them.”
“You’re right, you don’t.”
“Tell me you’ll always be mine. That I’ll always own part of this.” It was a shitty thing to say, to ask for, but I needed to hear her say it. Just once.
My hand dropped to her chest, right over her heart, begging her to say it.
“No.”
“Say it.”
She pressed her lips together, shaking her head.
Anger rolled through me, but I kept myself in check, as I said, “Yeah, guess I deserve that. Just promise me, whoever you give it up to will deserve you. Promise me, B.”
“Fuck you,” she sneered.
It was seven shades of messed up, but those words coming from her pouty mouth did things to me. Dark, devious things. My eyes dropped to her mouth and a low groan rumbled in my chest.
“Don’t you dare—”
I wrapped a hand around her throat and crashed my mouth down on hers, taking what I needed.
Once.
Just this once.
“Need to touch you,” I murmured between kisses. “Need to feel you, just once.”
Harleigh melted into me, soft whimpers spilling from her lips.
“You taste so fucking good, why do you taste so fucking good?” I trailed hot open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, sucking the skin there, nipping and licking. She shifted above me, rolling her hips. The heat of her pussy turned my blood molten. I was so fucking gone for this girl.
“Keep doing that, B, and this is going to end with me buried deep inside you.” I warned with a smirk.