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for a few seconds before saying quietly,
“Don’t read more into this than there is, Rachel. You’ll only be disappointed.”
    “Then
why bother with me at all if…there’s nothing more. What’s the point?” I asked
softly, the alcohol in my system spurring me on unwisely.
    “Mutual
needs,” he said, never moving his gaze from me. I let my hand drop from his
wrist, but his eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before he stepped away.
“I need to shower.”
    I
watched him go, wrapping my arms around myself, confused as always. Eventually,
I let out a sigh and went to shower myself so I could wash away the sand of
earlier and Ryan’s touch. I didn’t want Ryan, I decided. What I wanted was to
be adored. I wanted to be worshipped.
    Aaron
was in bed by the time I finished my shower in the downstairs bathroom, and I
slipped in beside him before turning off the lamp and laying my head on the
pillow. He reached for me in the dark, and despite the shower he still smelled
like blood. I considered for a moment pushing him away, but then he kissed me.
Slowly and seductively, his lips teased mine into opening for him, and, as
always, I would never resist him when he kissed me. His hands were deceptively
soft on my body, with a hand stroking between my legs while the other cupped my
face almost lovingly. I moaned into his mouth as the first tremors went through
me of my fast approaching climax. He grinned against me, and broke his lips
from mine.
    His
hands were now no longer soft and gentle, they were assertive and hard. He
flipped me onto my stomach, dragging down my panties with a speed that should
have had them ripping. Then I felt his lips on my bare behind, he kissed one
cheek, before biting lightly just enough to make me hiss. But I didn’t protest,
because his tongue was making a trail across my flesh. It dipped down into the
center, searching out my anus. Fingers resumed the tantalizing stroking of my
clit while that tongue fucked me in an area that I had never thought could ever
feel good. The first time he had placed his mouth there, I had frozen, scared
that he would try to push his penis in, but he never did. Instead, he brought me
to climax with his tongue and fingers, before taking his own pleasure.
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    The
party the next night was held at Alexa and Luca’s. Once again it was an elegant
affair attended by tall, graceful women and their wealthy male counterparts. I
wore a dress that cost more than I would make in a month at the diner. Alexa
took me shopping, and Aaron had given me a roll of cash when I told him who I
was going with.
    “She’s
got expensive tastes,” he grunted just before she picked me up. The dress I
chose, or rather, Alexa chose for me, was white with a bodice decorated with
tiny crystals so I shimmered every time that I caught the light. The skirt was
a diaphanous fabric that floated around me and I kept twirling around as I
gazed in the mirror.
    “Ready
to go?” Aaron was dressed in a suit and together we looked like any wealthy
young couple. The bruises on his face had flourished into deep purples, causing
him to look mean and not so pretty any longer.
    “Sure.”
I smiled at him, for no other reason than I felt pretty and I was glad that we
were going out to be with other people. And there was a slight smugness in me
at the damage that had been done to his face.
    We
were greeted by a valet as we arrived at Alexa’s house. She had really gone all-out
tonight. As usual, she greeted us with a smile and an embrace, her perfume
clouding around us. Alexa had a charm that made everyone, even Aaron, behave
cordially with her. Although, she was his boss’s wife and Luca, I had learned,
was not someone you’d want to piss off.
    A
glass of champagne was pressed into my hand by Aaron as he took one for
himself. He didn’t look happy to be there and just stood at my side as we
mingled. It was like a game; I smiled and complimented the women on their
dresses or