19. Asch #2
“You’re here because I hate you,” I retort. I close the blade and toss it onto Blaze’s desk with a loud thunk before I’m fully on top of her, my fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans. I need them off.
I need to be inside of her, fucking all my hate into her. I want to leave her without thoughts of what she can do with Blaze and instead what I can do to her.
Pandora slides her hand across her bloody chest again, then reaches for my cock as soon as I’ve freed it from my pants. Arousal slams into me, fast and furious, as she strokes me with her bloody hand.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I want more than her hand this time.
I need it.
I shove my pants down the rest of the way. Blood gets all over my shirt from where my chest brushes against the cuts on hers, but I don’t care. I’m too intent on impaling her with my cock while she bleeds for me.
I don’t give her time to prepare, time to think, before I’m thrusting inside of her.
She cries out, clutching at my back. “Asch! Asch! Do it, fuck me hard, get me all bloody for you.”
I don’t know if she’s taunting me or if she means it, but I don’t care.
I shove into her as hard as I can, and the fact that she’s so slick infuriates me. She’s not supposed to enjoy this. “Fucking whore ,” I snarl at her before pulling back so I can slam back into her again.
“Yeah,” Pandora agrees. She wraps her legs around me. “I’m a slut. I would’ve… I would’ve… jumped on Reaper?— ”
I grasp her shoulders and shove her harder against the bed. “No. No, you wouldn’t have.”
Why the fuck do I care?
She looks at me with blown-wide pupils. “You’ll just… have to keep me occupied.” She laughs and tightens her cunt, and I groan at the sensation.
I bend forward and wrap my lips around one of her nipples. The copper taste of blood sings across my tongue, and Pandora groans louder. Her hips move as much as they can, giving me delicious friction while I lick across her chest.
“What are you gonna do when the next high isn’t enough?” I ask her as I lift my head. Blood is everywhere, the scent of it and taste of it heavy on the air, but it only eggs me on.
“Find a better high,” Pandora answers. She moves her hand between us, starting to finger her clit.
I shift to give her a little more room to work with, even though I don’t stop thrusting into her. I want to feel her clench around me as she climaxes, but I’m too lost in chasing my own pleasure to slow down.
Besides, I don’t think she wants that anyway.
I kiss her again, crushing my lips against hers.
She moans, her hand moving faster, and says, “Come on, Aschy boy. Do it. Fuck me harder.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap at her.
I don’t want her to enjoy this.
I want to take and take and not give anything in return.
But I need her to want to come back to me , so I give her exactly what she’s demanding: I fuck her hard, fast, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust. Let everyone in the house know what’s happening.
Pandora’s cries get louder, more desperate. I feel her clenching and unclenching, but my own orgasm is barreling closer, and I need her to come first. I force her hand away and start playing with her clit myself, rubbing it clumsily while I continue to thrust .
The angle is awkward, but she moans and clutches my back. Her nails dig in, and if I’d taken my shirt off, I’m sure I’d be covered in scratches.
“Yes, like that, do it, do it, Asch, Asch, please!”
She’s so close, and all it takes is another few desperate thrusts before she’s crying out, her entire body going tense as she shudders.
She’s not faking it.
I have a feeling Pandora never would. She’s not the type to fake pleasure; she’s the type to insist on getting hers at any cost.
I move my hand, grabbing her hips and gripping them tightly as I slam into her over and over until I’m the one crying out. I curse, my hips stuttering as I fill her with my cum, and I only stop when the last vestiges of my climax are washing over me.
My breaths are still heavy as I look down at her. She smiles and brings her fingers up to my lip. I open my mouth for her and lick the blood from those fingers.
Pandora shudders and rocks her hips against mine, as if she hadn’t come seconds ago, as if we aren’t both already spent.
“I knew you were wild,” Pandora says as she trails her spit-stained fingers along my jaw. “Just pretending to be all buttoned up and proper. I get what Blaze sees in you now.”
Except Blaze has never seen this side of me.
I don’t think I want him to.
There’s darkness inside of him; there has to be, given what he’s grown up with, what he’s grown up to become. But I have always been separate from that—the constant, the offset. I do what he tells me, but I don’t enjoy it. Not like he does.
Do I?
I lower myself down to my elbows, but I’m still inside her. I don’t know why I'm reluctant to pull out.
Pandora kisses me softly.
I still taste blood, but it’s lighter now.
Then the door creaks .
I curse and pull away from Pandora. I try to fumble for my pants, but it’s too late.
Blaze is standing in the doorway, glaring at us. “Really, Pandora? In my bed?”
Pandora waves lazily at him. “Yeah. It was hotter that way.”
There’s blood everywhere.
I grab my pants and hurriedly pull them on, ducking my head. I don’t want Blaze to see blood all over my face, even though it’s all over Pandora’s.
“Get out,” Blaze growls.
For a split second, I think he’s talking about me.
I freeze, but my breaths are still coming fast, my heart racing in my chest.
How badly did I fuck up this time?
I wipe my face, but it’s too late. I’m going to have to walk out into the frat house looking like this. “Give me… Give me a second,” I tell him, my voice unsteady.
“I meant her,” Blaze says. He approaches the bed and pulls Pandora off.
She laughs and presses her bloodied torso against him, getting her blood all over his clothes.
I watch, dazed, as she kisses him.
Despite his anger, Blaze doesn’t push her away. He kisses her back, even, and his hands go up to her chest, to the cuts.
Jealousy races through me, and I stare at the two of them.
This is exactly what I’d been wanting to prevent, but here it is, happening anyway. My jaw tics, and it’s all I can do to keep silent as Blaze gives himself over to the one person who could destroy him.
When Pandora pulls away, she says, “Not really convincing me to leave.”
Blaze’s eyes snap open. “Fuck. You’re so—” He steps away from her and grabs her shorts and hoodie, tossing them to her.
Pandora catches them, but something clatters to the floor. She freezes, then gets down on her knees and fumbles for something. “Fuck. Where is it?”
Blaze shares a look with me. “Where’s what?”
“The thing you dropped! My charm!” Pandora checks the hoodie pockets, but her expression gets even wilder. “If you broke it, if it gets lost because of you?—”
“What charm?” I ask, scanning the floor. I see something small and white, and I crouch down to grab it.
“Don’t touch it!” Pandora yells. She reaches for it, but I’m faster.
I hold it up. It’s a set of three off-white stones held together with wire. Except when I look closer at it, I realize they aren’t stones.
They’re bones.
“What the fuck?” I ask, staring down at it as I straighten. “You’re carrying bones around with you?”
Something clicks into place almost immediately, and I grip it more tightly in my hand, keeping her from snatching it back.
“Does River know you have these?” I ask.
“None of your fucking business!” Pandora snarls at me, and I’m taken aback at the rage in her voice.
In her eyes.
Pandora gets into my personal space. I lift the bones higher, out of her reach.
Before I can even process what’s happening, she jabs her fingers as hard as she can into my armpit. I shout and drop the bones, which she snatches up wildly.
Blaze stares. “What the actual fuck, Pandora?”
She sneers at us. “If either of you breathes a word of this to anyone , I won’t be playing nice anymore.”
She’s still naked, still covered in her own blood, but none of that changes the fact that she’s fucking terrifying right now.
She really would destroy us over this.
I want to look at Blaze, to see if he’s thinking the same thing, but I’m too wary of Pandora to look away from her.
Who the hell carries fingerbones around with them everywhere?
Pandora gets dressed quickly, stuffing her underwear into her pocket instead of taking that extra step. She grabs her backpack and knife, too. There’s no mistaking that she’s been fucked, cut up, with how disheveled she looks. She didn’t even zip the hoodie up all the way.
When she goes to the door, Blaze moves aside for her.
She pauses, then says, “I had fun, Asch. Blaze, you can join us next time instead of lurking around like a perv.”
With that, she disappears.
Blaze moves to the bed and sits down. I join him, never mind that there’s blood everywhere.
“What happened to staying away from her?” Blaze asks.
“I told you to stay away from her,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. I lick my lips, which still taste of blood, and I shake my head. “I thought I could…”
What?
Distract her?
Scare her?
I don’t even know what the goal was, but it had ended with me fucking her into the mattress with her blood all over both of us.
Now I feel like we’re more tied together than ever — and Blaze is right there with us.