Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

on my hand, I fist the underwear again and again, my gaze falling into a void
in my head where I only see her.
In here with me.
Quiet with me.
Close with me.
Her head between my thighs.
I moan, my head falling back as I rub my pussy and roll my clit under my
fingers through her panties.
“Fuck,” I groan, the friction of her lacy fabric a little scratchy, but it feels
so good.
Yes.
But then I open my eyes and stop, my body aching with need as horror
sets in at what I’m doing.
A need I’ve never felt with Callum.
No. Tears well. Fuck no.
I squeeze the panties in my hand and fly to my feet, slamming my palm
into the shower wall and see Alli on that slab and what the world did to her
for wanting something people didn’t think she should.
I’ll fuck him. I’ll fuck him a dozen different ways, slow and fast, hard and
gentle. And if that doesn’t prove anything, I’ll find someone else to give it to
me.
Someone who’s good. Someone who knows what to do with me.
Someone not her.
• • •
By the next day, I’ve convinced myself, as always, that she deserved it.
Olivia acted like a bitch. Saying that shit about how I could use a brother now
that I was down one? What a fucking pig.
When her mom went and hung herself two months after her father’s
death, have I ever brought that up? Did I ever use it against her? What I do to
her doesn’t even come close to how nasty that comment was yesterday.
And then she had the fucking gall to cry.
Grabbing the parking ticket that I got a year ago out of the glove box, I
climb out of my car, carrying my purse, and slide the ticket under the
windshield wiper before slamming the door.
I jump up onto the sidewalk, ignoring the sign that says no parking after