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My body begins to sway as a sadistic smile spreads over my lips. He grins slowly and I get to my feet after almost falling a couple of times. The fuzzy warm rush that’s blazing through my blood is addictive, and I understand the whole drinking concept now. Standing in the middle of the floor, my body begins to move with the beat. I close my eyes and remove my sweater, wishing I had opted for shorts now and not skinny jeans. Bringing the bottle to my lips, I twirl my body around, colliding into Miles’ chest with a small fit of laughter. He looks down at me, his eyes raking every inch of my skin which admittedly isn’t much because I’m in jeans and a casual tank. My skin still prickles to unknown temperatures, though. Running the tip of my index finger down the front of his throat, I flick off the first few buttons of his dress shirt.
“You’re going to get us both killed, puddin’.” His husky voice is mixed with lust and hunger.
“Who says I don’t have a death wish, Miles?” I arch my eyebrow and turn my back to his chest. My body drops to the ground in front of him as I slowly match the rhythm of the song, my butt pressing into his groin.
“You’re a little fucked-up now, aren’t you?” he asks, his head tilting. I spin around, bringing my hands up to the back of his neck and sway in his embrace. The song must be on repeat, because I swear it can’t go this long.
“Maybe,” I say with a smile. “Or maybe this is who I’ve been all along,” I begin, inching up on my tippy-toes so my mouth skims over his ear. “Maybe I just needed to be corrupted.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His hands wrap around my wrists. “You’re testing me right now…”
I smirk, raising the rim of the bottle back to my lips. “I really don’t care what you think, Miles. You see…” I begin, dancing around in circles. “Like Raze, I have my own plans.”
That gets his attention. Good. Secrets are ammunition in this world, I’ve slowly come to learn.
“Where’s Raze?” I ask Miles, my smile beaming and my eyes wide.
“I think you’re too far gone,” Miles whispers to himself. “He’s handling shit.”
“Shit’s handled,” a voice booms from the other side of the room.
I peek around Miles’ now frigid body. “Oh! Hi, honey, you’re home.” I can’t escape the sarcastic tone. Drunk Millie has larger balls than sober Millie. I think I like her a little better.
“The fuck is going on?” Raze walks into the room with his suit back on and his hair a little scruffy.
“Um, you told me to watch her.” Miles feigns innocence. I continue to dance on my own.
“Watch her, not get her drunk.” Raze snatches the bottle out of my hand.
I laugh. “Oh, what? You prefer to drug me instead, Raze? Hmm? You’d rather let your tongue run circles around my body while I’m drugged, not drunk?”
Miles’ face turns purple with his attempting to hold in his laughter. “Oh, bro, she’s so far gone it’s undoable.”
“Good,” Raze states and I look up to his eyes. They’re absolutely lethal, dripping with death and hot sweaty sex. “It’ll feel so much better when I sink into your tight little pussy if you’re brainless.” He steps up to me and a smile remains on my lips, my body still slowly swaying with the song. “That’s how I like them,” he finishes.
“Well, obviously.” I roll my eyes with a scoff. “Why else would you find bimbo one and bimbo two attractive?”
I twirl around, ready to drop back down to the floor, when a hand grips the back of my neck, pushing the front of my body against the wall roughly. His grip tightens and his legs come in-between mine, spreading my legs wide.
His lips come down to my ear. “Don’t fucking think for a second that I won’t put a bullet between those pretty little eyes of yours, pet. They may haunt my dreams at night…” He inhales deeply and I swallow roughly, my eyes remaining locked on the trees outside that are swaying through the gusts of wind. “But I’ll fucking rain hell on anyone that talks back to me. Understood?”
He lets go of my neck and I turn to face him, my back leaning against the wall. I tilt my head. “I haven’t forgotten. I’m sort of counting on it.” Then I push off the wall and walk to the cabinet I saw Miles get the alcohol from. On my tippy-toes, I quickly snatch another bottle and Miles makes his way towards me as Raze stands still, watching me closely. I wave the bottle in front of Miles. “Offer still stands, Miles. My monsters still wanna play with yours.”
I don’t stay to watch Raze’s reply because I turn on my heels and walk to my room, slamming the door behind myself and twisting the lid off the glass bottle. Ripping my shirt over my head, I kick my jeans off and walk towards the remote, clicking on the television and turning on YouTube. Hitting search, I push play on the first song that comes up. Miles was right; this does make me feel.
It makes me feel like doing this again every night.
RAZE
“Okay, wait!” Miles holds up his hands.
“Three seconds, Miles. Explain this shit.” My jaw could crack with all the pressure I’m placing on
it. “Two.” I continue my count.
“Okay, fuck,” Miles curses under his breath. “It was nothing, I didn’t touch her, nothing happened.
She just got a bit… frisky…”
