Nightfall (Devil's Night #4) - Penelope Douglas Page 0,171

me.

“Wanna go drinking?” he asked.

I shook my head. I had better stuff in my room, but he wouldn’t be down for that.

“See you tomorrow.” I shut the car door, and he drove off as I made my way up the steps of my house, staring down at the blood all over my hands.

I didn’t want to go inside. I looked up at my house—gray stone with three floors, a wine cellar, and a basketball court in the back.

I was a lucky boy.

And a fucking loser.

He was right, and nothing felt better.

I turned around and walked, leaving my truck and clutching the cell phone in my pocket.

I had no desire to ever watch it again.

I walked down my driveway and headed down the road, back toward the village in the black night as I took out the phone to delete the video. I wanted it gone.

I wanted to erase everything about me, because I hated me as much as she did.

“Hey, man!” someone called.

I looked up, closing the phone before I could finish and stuffing it into my pocket.

Bryce rolled up, peering at me through the open window. He had a girl in the car, and I leaned down, forcing a smile and stuffing my bloody hands into my pocket.

He studied me, sensing something. “You need a ride?”

I shook my head. “No,” I told him. “Thanks, though.”

He nodded slowly, still unsure. “O…okay.”

He sped off, and I pulled out my hands, sick of this feeling inside me.

Scott was right. Nearly two years, and I was still pining while she’d been stone. Not a look, a hint, or a whisper from her.

She thought I was nothing.

I walked and walked, passing the village and the gazebo I’d heard she’d abandoned the last time I was home at Christmas.

I didn’t want to see her and anything of hers. I just wanted the pain to go away.

Before I knew it, I was walking through Damon’s house, up the stairs where the maid guided me, and up to the third floor where I knocked.

I faintly heard whispers and shuffling, and then he was there. In his lounge pants, freshly showered and no shirt.

His eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Here to see my coffin?” he joked.

I looked behind him, seeing the bed. “It looks comfortable.”

His eyes turned warm, but then he dropped them, looking hesitant.

Tears pooled in my eyes. “I’m fucked up,” I choked out.

“I know.” He nodded. “But if you come in here, I’m not fixing you.”

He was just as fucked up. Tomorrow wouldn’t be any brighter for either of us.

“Just fix it for tonight,” I whispered.

Dive and destroy and show me how to get lost. Just for tonight.

He moved to the side, inviting me in, and I closed the door behind me.

An obnoxious junkie.

At least Sid could play a guitar.

Emory

Present

I arched my back as Will gripped my hip and thrust against me, his dick sliding inside.

He filled me so tightly, stretching hot and thick, I whimpered, “Ah.”

Twisting my head, he covered my mouth with his as the steam filled the shower and he yanked my hips back again and again, fucking me harder and harder without breaking the kiss.

I licked his tongue and took over, backing up into it as I guided his hand down between my legs.

He rubbed my clit, slow but steady, in circles. “I don’t love you,” he whispered in my ear before biting my lobe.

“I know.”

He knocked my hand off his, slamming mine to the wall and returning his to my pussy, thrusting harder and bottoming out, going so deep.

I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning.

A hand took mine, and I closed my fingers around Alex’s slender ones.

“Say you’re sorry to me,” Will breathed out.

“I did.”

He pulled out, spun me around, and I let go of Alex’s hand as he lifted me up.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he slipped back inside. “What happens then?” I ask. “Huh?”

I trailed kisses over his face and then buried my lips in his neck as I hugged him to me.

“Once you get what you want, you’ll stop,” I told him, “and I don’t want you to stop.”

His hips moved as he gripped my ass in both hands, and I sucked the water off his skin, nibbling and dragging his skin out with my teeth.

He groaned.

“Don’t stop,” I panted. “I don’t love you anymore. You’re bad news and always have been.”

“But don’t stop, huh?” he chuckled. “The class reunion is next year, and I’m going to tell everyone what you really