Syn's Deep In My Blood - Book 2

Restraints Are Useless Here

"So what's on your mind for our fun tonight, honey? I missed you so much. I was sore for one week after what we did last time." Aymee pushed her waist on mine and made me fall in the bed hastily, spreading a few kisses and bites on my neck cause I never allowed her to kiss my lips in the first place tonight, as much as she tried. That was just... too intimate.

"Yeah, I... have a few recollections of it." she sat on my lap. Her hands grabbed mine and made them travel her thighs under her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

That was supposed to turn me on, right? Why wasn't it working?

"Fucking speedball, we almost killed each other." She laughed in my ear, and I shivered but swallowed dryly. I wasn't okay with that. I didn't know why I still had Brian and Emily together in my mind. I felt like I should just go after them and crush their heads into the ground like they are doing to my heart. But there was still that annoying uncertainty.

"Hey, what's up with you, hun? You're stiff like a stone. Just relax. You know me forever, right?" she messed with my hair and tried to hold my head to look me in the eye. That woman could definitely read me when gazing at me like that. "I know what you need, what we both need to spice it up. A real good kick."

Her nose was rubbing on mine while I searched for the lust and burning desire I once had looking inside those darkling blue eyes. On the other hand, she was searching for something else in my pocket cause she knew I always had something interesting for her in there.

She grabbed the tiny plastic envelope with cocaine and showed it to my sight in a seductive way, like finding her gold. Yeah, maybe that would help with my lack of response.

I watched Aymee as she stood up and spread two lines of powder on top of the little nightstand close to the bed. She knew well how I loved to watch her body reactions while getting high. But not this time. My mind was covered in unbreakable ice, as it seemed.

"C'mon, it's your turn." she kept her eyes closed, enjoying the rush, and just took her shirt off while pacing around the room impatiently.

I sat closer to the nightstand and snorted the white row as fast as I could. When I got used to the overwhelming euphoria, I glanced at Aymee, and she was slowly unhooking her red bra, eyes still closed and biting her lower lip. She was sexy as hell, and I couldn't feel a thing.

And the nothingness I was feeling was quickly replaced by anxiety and profound anger inside my veins, intensifying all the hatred I already had. Not a single good feeling towards that shirtless, beautiful woman trying to unzip my pants now was unleashed.

"I'm burning, Jimmy. I need you." as unwilling as I was to touch her skin, she grabbed my hands again and squeezed them against her round and bulky breasts. She moaned when I moved and pressed my fingers, but it didn't change anything for me.

Turns out she wasn't her. She didn't smell like her, she didn't feel like her, she didn't sound like her. She's not the girl I love anymore.

Who am I kidding? She's not Emily.

"Aymee, just... stop it." I tried to push her hands away from my boxers, but she was reluctant. She was drowning inside her own world. "STOP IT!" I had to raise my tone.

"No! I missed you, Jim. My life is so boring without you. Don't you miss me?" she reached for my lips and tried to open them with her tongue. I tried harder than ever to allow her, but I had to avert my head to the side.

"Why? Why don't you want me anymore? Why are you doing this? Just give me a chance to make you happy again. We're so good together. I can make you forget the bitch that hurt you in a second." she fell on her knees in front of me and looked up at me. Those words drove me to the edge.

"I just can't. I want you to go. NOW!" I couldn't stop my harshness. I just needed to get rid of her to breathe again. The excessive adrenaline rush I was experiencing made it all worse.