But you love me

Salt, sugar, and sex

I took some flower, and put it in with the baking mix. Thank god the mixture was beginning to look like dough.

I tried to stir it, but it was too lumpy, and didn't seem to want to be stirred.

'Shit.' I muttered.

Adrienne giggled in the background and I heard her put on a show, putting her feet up.

I tried to scare the mixture into resignation, but it refused to surrender.

I added an egg, and tried to mix it with my hands. Fuck. The texture was dreadful.

'Adrienne.' I called, annoyed.

'Yea?'

'Help.' I muttered.

'Can't hear you.' She called back.

'Fuck Adrienne, come help me. Please.' I yelled.

I heard a pattering of feet, and then she was behind me.

She tried to reach over me to get at the dough but she seemed uncomfortable with me being so much taller than her. So without giving me warning, she slipped her arms around my waist and mixed it herself.

The weird feeling in my stomach came back, and I wanted to move. But I didn't.

After what felt like a half-second, Adrienne was done.

'There.' She smiled at me, and I looked back at her, frowning.

'Here, let me try.' She grinned, and took my hand.

'Get of- oh' I looked down at her, my face probably turning red, and she licked the mixture off of my finger.

She tasted it for a second, then appearing satisfied, spooned it out onto the tray, and shoved it in the oven.

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Adrienne POV:

Raelyn was acting really weird around me, and I had no idea why.

After putting the mixture in the oven, I started to go back to the sofa. Raelyn was oddly silent.

Suddenly she grasped my wrist and pulled me back around.

My heartbeat sped up, and I stared up at her. She had brought me so close, that I could feel her breath on my forehead.

I gulped, and looked down.

She brought my chin up with her soft hand, and whispered in my ear.

'Where did your bruises go, sweetheart?'

I trembled slightly under her touch, feeling a wetness pooling at my core.

I wondered how she could have known about the bruises.

'I didn't have any. What are you talking about?' I asked. I'd covered them up with some light foundation, which belongs to Zara.

'I don't like liars.' She bit my ear slightly and I gasped, trying to step back.

I unfortunately stepped right into the wall.

She stepped closer to me once more, and wrapped her hand around my neck.

I flinched a little, and she loosened her grip.

'Do you know what happens to liars, Adrienne?' Her voice was soothing, and a small sly smile played on her lips.

'N-no.' I mumbled.

'I can't hear you. Do you want to be quiet Adrienne, I can certainly make that happen.'

I shivered, and looked up at her.

I tried to put my hand on her waist, but she immediately grabbed it and held it above my head. She brought the other up too.

I blushed profusely, and bit my lip.

'I can do that for you, darling.' She stroked my cheek, and before I could answer, her perfect lips joined mine. Fireworks coursed through my blood, and I moaned softly, kissing her back.

She paused, and chewed on my bottom lip, teasing me. I was pressed against the wall, with Raelyn's knee between my thighs. I just stood there, in complete disbelief.

Suddenly, Raelyn pulled back, and I gravitated towards her. It was dark, and I could only see the outline of her face, but I could tell she was mad.

She lifted me unexpectedly and flung me over her shoulder. I gasped upside down, both terrified and turned on at the same time.

She carried me upstairs, to where I knew that her room was. She threw me on the bed violently, and climbed on top of me, pinning me down.

'You are never to lie to me, Adrienne.' She sounded dangerous.

'Y-yes.' I quivered under her, pressure building up at my core.

'You want to know why that's important?' She hissed. I nodded, looking up at her.

'Because when I fuck you I want to know that you won't hesitate to tell me the truth, and you'll tell me if you don't like something.' Her gaze had softened for an instant, but now it was hard once more.

Shocked, I blushed, and nodded again.

'Such a good girl Adrienne.' She mumbled.

I saw the desire in her eyes, as she ripped off my, well her, shirt.