“Phoenix.”
My voice is a throaty whisper as I squeeze my breast.
I trail my hand down my torso so I can slip it between my legs and make this little fantasy more realistic.
A sharp jolt runs through me when my fingers make contact with long, silky strands.
Shock roots me to the spot the moment I open my eyes.
Turns out it wasn’t a lucid dream like I thought…because some blonde’s face is between my thighs.
Something hard digs into my skin as I spring up. “Whoa—”
Words jam in my throat when I realize one of my wrists is handcuffed to the headboard.
What the hell?
I’m about to demand this crazy bitch release me, but a tall shadowy figure on the other side of the room draws my attention.
“I figured the cuffs would help give you the full experience.”
Phoenix’s mouth curves into a cruel smirk as he takes a step forward.
The stream of light spilling in from the ajar bathroom door illuminates his shirtless, jean-clad form like he’s a mythical god…but it’s the dark, menacing look in his eyes that has my pulse racing.
He’s like a dangerous animal cornering its prey as he makes his way to the foot of the bed.
Anger mixed with outrage twists my insides. “What the fuck?”
The blonde freezes.
Crossing his arms, he peers down. “You want to know what it’s like to be me, don’t you?”
“I…you’re crazy.” I bang my wrist against the steel headboard, hoping the cuff will break. “Fucking certifiable.”
Phoenix’s sneer is downright taunting. “What’s the matter, Lennon? Can’t handle it?”
His words are the equivalent of pouring salt in the wound he created.
This asshole has everything I’ve ever wanted.
And he used me to get it.
Scowling, I open my mouth to remind him of that, but he twists the knife he plunged into my back.
“There’s a reason it’s me on that stage and not you.”
If I thought I hated him before, it pales in comparison to right now.
I can feel it pumping through my veins like a toxic venom, fueling me to provoke him too.
I want to kick him and his friend out, but I’d rather extract my vocal cords with a dull, rusty razor blade than let him think I can’t hack the life I gave him.
The life he stole.
I glance down at the girl who’s still hovering mere inches away from my crotch. The fact she’s the same chick who made fun of my weight makes what I’m about to do even better.
Gripping the back of her head, I give Phoenix a sinister stare of my own. “Keep going.”
Our hostile gazes lock as she licks me cautiously, like she’s unsure which one of us is calling the shots now and who she should listen to.
Fuck Phoenix Walker.
I open my legs wider. “More.”
She speeds up her movements, but it’s the pure hunger stealing over his expression as he watches me that causes my nipples to harden against the thin, faded fabric of my T-shirt.
Those sensuous lips part on a ragged inhale as he zeros in on them…and then his stare descends.
The tip of his tongue traces his bottom lip before his teeth clamp down on his piercing…like he’s in pain.
Like he wishes it was his face parked between my thighs.
Tension and wrath fill the space between us in equal measure. We don’t even have to touch one another to feel sparks.
Hell, we don’t even have to like each other.
A sharp breath leaves me in a whoosh when he runs a hand over the large bulge trapped inside his jeans.
His own becomes uneven as he gives me a knowing look.
Like he’s fully aware of what I want…even though I’ll never admit it.
The sound of him tugging down his zipper rivals the frantic thumping of my heartbeat in my ears.
A warm flush spreads throughout me and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to watch while he touches himself.
As if sensing that I’m about to fall off the cliff he stuck me on, a cocky glimmer enters his gaze…daring me to look down.
Lust and loathing war within me, grappling for control.
It’s the very same battle he’s fighting.
Because we both want something we shouldn’t.
A low groan fills the room. The rough sound goes straight to my core and before I can stop myself, I break eye contact.
White fabric partially obstructs my view of his cock as he strokes himself hard and fast.
My blood heats when I realize it’s my panties.
He lets out a choppy breath and I draw one in as the blonde focuses on my clit.