Repent (The Disciples 3)

And she fucking says nothing. Jesus Christ, I don’t know who I’m madder at: her or me?

My body tightens as I sense her approach. Edge and Dolly plays in my head. Snorting, I flick my cigarette over the balcony and turn to her.

Edge and Dolly are dead. At least the old version of us. Memories, visions of her in various stages of my life appear—two sad kids bonding together in a fucked-up world.

Her vanilla candy scent invades me. The heat from the shower and her anger bounce off her body.

“Why?” she screams. “I gave you my virginity. I thought that would make you happy.”

Christ, is she so self-absorbed that she’s lost all sense of us? Or maybe she’s a compulsive liar. Either way, my head is pounding.

“Get your shoes, your dress and get the fuck out.” She flinches but holds her head up, her eyes looking big and tortured.

Rage. I’ve kept silent for too long, and after what she pulled, I’m ready to go off.

“Do you need money? Is that why you’re still here?” I motion with my head at the glass coffee table.

“There’s a couple hundred in my wallet. Take it.”

She draws in a deep breath as if she’s trying hard not to freak out. But she forgets how well I know her. She exhales as if she’s doing yoga. Her cheeks are flushed, lips red, and if she didn’t make me despise her, I’d think her the most stunning woman to walk on this earth.

“Edge, whatever you believe, all of it is wrong.” She starts to wave her hand as the other one holds the towel tight.

My eyes narrow. “Really?”

“Yes, if we could talk, I would explain.”

“But you’re a liar, so all talking is pointless.”

“Stop it,” she snips. “You’re making me the bad guy and I—”

“You on birth control?” It’s cold, but then so is she. Misty put Dolly on the pill at fifteen. She knows I know this. Still, you can’t be too careful. Look at what’s happening with David. He’s finally knocked up one of the patch bunnies and has gone off the deep end. All he does is fuck, do drugs, and drink to block out his mistake.

So, what do I do? Fuck her. Not once did it occur to me to wrap it up. All I wanted was Dolly and her fucking pussy.

Her eyes widen and she looks like I slapped her. Guess she’s still on it then.

“You fuck.” She looks around as if she searching for something to throw at me. Dolly is violent. It’s how she gets her power back. She attacks.

I have always fought her battles, so I get her frustration. But I won’t allow her temper tantrums, especially when all of this is her fault. Her chest heaves up and down and my cock hardens, which does nothing but piss me off.

“So that’s a yes?” I growl as she stares at me.

“Fuck you.” Her eyes fill with tears, but she lifts her chin and spits in my face.

Spits in my face.

I don’t even blink as her saliva drips down my cheek and onto my chest. A rush of adrenaline spikes up to my head as my body comes alive. She should have left, escaped while she had the chance. Now she’s doomed. She wants to fuck with me? We’ll see who wins.

“No. Don’t come any closer, or I’ll do something you won’t like.” She backs up, her eyes darting around.

But I’m done. Done.

“Lick it off.” I grab her before she can bolt and jerk her small frame to me.

“Edge, I don’t know what ca—”

“Lick. It. Off. Me.”

Her eyes are huge as she swallows but shakes her head no and pleads her case. “This was a mistake. We’re a mistake. I have post-traumatic stress d—”

“You’re fucking fine, or you will be. I won’t say it again. Trust me, for your sake, I’d lick every fucking drop. And if you ever spit on me again…” I raise her up holding her under her arms so that we are eye level.

“No.” Her mouth trembles as I bring her lips so close they touch mine.

“No?” I whisper, the saliva dripping onto her chin we’re so close.

“No.” She puffs out some air and I suck it in as if I can steal her soul, then set her down. She reaches for me to steady her.

“I told you that you can’t win this fight, but I love that you want to try. I shove her to her knees, unzip my pants, and grab the back of her head, wrapping my hands tight in her hair.

“You don’t want to lick your spit off my face, then you can gag and lick your spit off my cock. But by the end of this, we’ll both know who wins.”

“Edge…”

I don’t hesitate. My body’s a tight wire as I shove my cock straight down the back of her throat. Her gag reflex is almost too much for me already as I close my eyes and breathe through my nose. In and out, I guide her using her thick hair. I used to love it long, but the shorter cut makes it easier for me to hold her the way I want her.