JUDE
Ifind her in her room a little later during recreation, sitting at the desk in her room, grinding my pills into blue dust using the base of a plastic cup.
“Do I even want to know?”
“Jordan wants me to kill Bateman.”
I raise my brows and lean against the wall by the door, jamming my hands into my pockets to stop them from fidgeting. “You’re going back.” It’s more a statement than a question.
She lifts her gaze to me mid-grind. “We’re both going back. I came in here to get you. I’m not leaving you here.”
I say nothing. I don’t want to argue with her. Seeing her fucking up my stash like that has me licking my lips. I want more than anything to go over there and take them back. I also want to grab her and fuck her brains out on that damn desk, but I hold myself in check. I’m not a fucking savage.
“So that’s your price with Jordan, killing Bateman?”
She turns back to her task, nodding. “I’ll have it done by Friday, so I would get what you need from your cousin by then if I were you.”
“He won’t talk to me,” I say. “But he might talk to you.”
She stops crushing pills to look my way. “Is the almighty Jude asking for my help?” There’s a slight smirk on her lips as she says it.
“Bitch,” I tease her with a smile on my lips. I can’t stay mad at her, no matter what she fucking does to me. I’ve never met a girl like her—cold and distant but burning hot at the same time. An ice planet with a molten core, like Uranus. I let out a chuckle at that, suddenly thinking of Viola’s pretty, little anus.
She whips her head to me, a bemused look on her face. “What’s so funny?”
In answer to her, I stalk over to where she is and place my hands on her shoulders, massaging the knots of tension that I find there away. She stiffens at first but then relaxes, closing her eyes and leaning back, becoming putty in my hands. I take the opportunity to stroke my fingers over her neck and down the front of her top to her pert breasts.
She’s definitely a fucking heavenly body.
And every time, I gravitate toward her. I can’t keep away.
I bend down until my mouth is in line with her ear.
“Strip and get on the fucking bed,” I growl at her, kneading both her breasts.
“You’re trying to distract me,” she says, opening her eyes.
“Too right, I am. But I also want to fuck that tight, little ass.”
She reaches her arm up behind her, cupping her palm around the back of my neck, turning around to put her lips on mine. Her tongue darts inside. She smells of the shampoo they use here—mint and citrus. She tastes of toothpaste…and like fucking coming home.
It doesn’t last. Her fingers, latched onto my neck, dig in as she bites down. A flash of pain. The sharp tang of blood. She’s punishing me with a viscous kiss. I let her hurt me because I deserve it. I take everything she has and then wrap my hands around her upper body and haul her to her feet. She spins around and growls as I sink my teeth into her lower lip, fighting back. She pushes against me. I walk back, my legs hitting the edge of the bed as I fall onto it.
Then, she’s on top of me in a heartbeat. She straddles me, climbing onto my chest, and entwining her legs through mine. I can’t buck her off. I’m not sure I want to. Even when her fist curls in my hair and she yanks at my head to shove the end of the biro against the exposed part of my neck.
“You only get to fuck my tight, little ass when I say you can.” She pushes the pen harder, nearly choking me. “Got it?”
“I get it,” I say lazily, unflinching, staring deep into her angry, glittering orbs. I let her jab the pen as far as she can without sticking it in my goddamn carotid. She’s pissed at me and frustrated. Even I can tell she needs to hurt someone, and she needs to do it soon.
If it needs to be me, then fuck it.
Bring it.
I stare her out until she blinks a few times and drops her hands from my hair roots, and removes the pen from my throat.
“You’re not even trying to stop me,” she breathes out. “You’re as bad a fucking Dino.”
“He gets it, and so does Lor,” I say in response. When she doesn’t answer, I prop myself up on my elbows. “Sometimes, you need an outlet.” I cock my head. “We’ve got you.”