Chapter 279
WILLA
"He broke up with me because of you, bitch. I can't even understand what the hell he saw in you in the first place."
Naomi's voice was still even but it was the voice of a girl trying very hard to keep from lashing out.
"I told you I don't-"
"And now it seems he's done with you too." The thought seemed to give her a little comfort because a little of the fury went out of her eyes. She started to poke me again, balled her hand into a fist and forced it down to her side.
"I would have gladly clawed your eyes out when he told me we were done," she said. "I would have hurt you much worse than I did yesterday if not for him. You may be under his protection during this trip but you won't be forever. I hope you understand what that means."
"I have nothing to do with whatever problems you and Lucian are having. Go fix your relationship and leave me out of it."
"Fucking liar!" Noami hissed.
"Instead of running your mouth, shouldn't you be sitting somewhere sober and ashamed that your boyfriend is hooking up with another girl barely a day after he broke up with you? What were you to him anyway? His convenient sex toy?"
"You watch your mouth!" she said.
"And what if I don't?"
Naomi started to raise her fist, mastered herself with some effort. Then she smiled.
"He'll come back to me," she said quietly in the tones of one stating a fact. "He always does. Lucian has a type and you're not it. The other girls are just temporary playthings. Nothing more."
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I lay curled into a ball, shivering. The wind tonight was more intense than last night's.
It whistled through the trees, blew the insects crawling around my sleeping bag off course. Even if I could somehow ignore the cold, the shimmying of the tent made it hard to sleep.
The dark clouds were threatening rain but I told myself that no matter what happened, I wouldn't go anywhere near Lucian's tent.
The idea of sewing the tent up as best as I could had come too late. The thing with Lucian had driven every other thing right out of my head.
The wind shrieked. It shook the tent again and I shook with it.
When it died down a little, I heard approaching footsteps. I had already expected something like this. I braced myself.
Outside the tent the footsteps ceased. Lucian looked in.
"Why do you always insist on torturing yourself," he said.
"I'm f-fine," I said.
It was an obvious lie. We could both hear my teeth chattering away. It was even louder than the wind moaning outside.
He came in and lowered the torn tent flap. It rustled in the breeze. He pointed a flashlight in my face. I turned my face away from the bright glare.
"You don't look fine," Lucian said. "You're going to freeze. Come on up to my tent."
He put out his hand to help me up. I glared at it, sat up and wrapped the blanket more closely around my body.
"Why do you want me in there with you?" I said. "Is this another one of your attempts to use me again."
It was on the tip of my tongue to scream out that I had seen him getting a blow job but I held that back. What good would it do anyway?
"If my memory serves me right, you enjoyed being used last night. You certainly weren't complaining when you were cumming all over my fingers. Why are you making a fuss about it now?"
"You took advantage of my feelings!" I shouted before I could stop myself.
The casual way he talked about what we had done made my blood boil. It made me feel cheap, dirty.
It reminded me of what Riven had said about me being that kind of girl. I felt my cheeks burn.
Lucian raised his brows. "Your feelings? What does that have to do with anything? You were horny as hell and I sorted you out. You should be thanking me at least. Not every guy has my technique, you know. I bet that's the best make-out session you've ever had." His voice hardened. "Now are you coming with me or not?"
I was thankful it was dark and he couldn't see the tears pooling in my eyes.
"You're an asshole," I choked out. "A selfish manipulative asshole. I would rather freeze to death than go anywhere with you."
Lucian sighed. He raked his fingers through his hair.
"Willa," he said in a patient lecturing tone. "Just because I made you cum doesn't mean we're bonded."
He turned on his heel and left me there, shivering and hating him.
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