Ecstasy

Zara

“What’re you doing?”

Alex ignores me and I can smell the vodka on his breath. I can smell it and I know by the way he’s hanging all over me with a smile pulling up on his lips, that he’s fucking drunk.

And that ecstasy on my tongue?

He would’ve never given that shit to me if he wasn’t.

What he doesn’t know—or maybe he does, and he just doesn’t give a fuck—is that I took an Addie before I crashed his stupid fucking party.

I’m not sure how that’s going to affect my MDMA high, but either way, it’ll take half an hour for it to kick in.

So why Alex is all over me after that shit he pulled upstairs, I don’t fucking know.

But if he wants to put on a show, well, no one does it better than I do.

The people packed in the living room are grinding against each other, and Alex’s hard cock is against my back as he wraps his arms around my waist.

People dance near us, Or Nah pumping through the mounted speakers. Some girl gets close to Alex and despite his dickish behavior and his half-hearted break up, I shove her away.

She shoots me a glare, realizes it’s me, and scurries off.

Alex laughs against my ear, his breath on my skin sending a chill down my spine. “God, I fucking love you.”

I want to remind him that he called me a cunt upstairs right before he tried to kick me out of his house.

But I’ll indulge him.

I lean my head back against his hard chest, close my eyes as his hands trail down lower, gripping my bare thighs. “I know.”

He licks his way down my neck. “You’re such a bitch.”

I press further back against his dick. “I know.”

But clearly, he’s a glutton for punishment. I knew he’d do this shit, though. It’s why I didn’t leave. Yeah, maybe I sucked Jamal off but he’s nothing to me. Just a hot guy that wanted what all guys want, and I was only too happy to give it to him.

For two reasons. One, he had something I wanted and two, Alex let Riha

I glance toward the doorway that leads to the foyer in Alex and Eli’s house, and I catch sight of Eli.

Riha

His eyes co

For a long moment, while Alex grinds his dick against my back and Riha

I feel warmth spooling in my core the longer he stares at me.

Eli, like Alex, is fucking fine. But where Alex looks like the all-American asshole that he is, Eli Addison just looks...wicked. Those hand tattoos might have something to do with it.

He’s got black hair and dark green eyes, olive skin supposedly from the Greek mother that left him when he was a teenager, and he’s just...cold.

Eli is cold.

Alex is hot.

I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have them both buried inside of me.

But Alex’s voice, loud above the noise of the party, startles my focus away from Eli. “Who wants to see this beautiful bitch naked?!”

The fuck? My blood runs cold as everyone cheers around us. Before I can react, Alex leans down and murmurs in my ear, “Hear that, baby? They want to see your tits.”

I grit my teeth, but if he wants to play this game… “Alex, you’re going to regret this,” I singsong as he runs his hands over my breasts and another cheer goes up around us. People are pressing in from all sides and if he thinks the boys here will be content to look and not touch...

My stomach churns.

Maybe that’s not what he thinks at all.

“Nah, princess, I don’t think so.”

I bristle as his hand slides up my bare stomach, his fingers edging under the cup of my bikini.

“Alex.” My voice is strained, and I want to turn around and punch him in the fucking face, but everyone is looking at us with eager smiles, just waiting for Alex Cardi to do something fucking stupid.

And Alex loves to give the people what they want. Fucking coward.

I take a step away from him and turn to face him in the crowded living room as people cheer, some holding up their drinks. “You fucking asshole.”

Six months we’ve been together, since we hooked up at my dealer’s house back in March when I transferred from ECU after a stint in rehab. Six months, and all the shit we’ve given each other, this has to be lowest of the fucking low.

I can’t say people didn’t warn me. My roommate, Kylie Jones, specifically said, “Alex is trouble. Stay away from him, Zara.”

But I don’t listen well to anyone, and Kylie, as good and smart and pure as she is, was no exception.

Alex’s dark brown eyes are gleaming, those flecks of amber magnified with the flashing lights him and his football friends set up before the party. He’s got a smile on his face, and he lifts up his red Solo cup.

“Come back, princess,” he says, loud enough to be heard over the music. People around us are definitely staring, and I just want to get out of here. “Come back here.” He points at the spot right in front of him that I just occupied.

The molly is making the music feel good, and the Addie is making my heart race. I need some water. I need water and I need a bed. A safe place. Or else I’ll end up doing something stupid tonight. And with the way Alex is looking at me right now, that something stupid will be him.

“I’m leaving,” I tell him, and turn to go. He wanted me out anyway.

But apparently, not that badly. He grabs my wrist, yanks me back to him and another cheer goes up from the dozens of people packed in this fucking house. He pulls me to his chest, my back against him. He wraps his arm around my waist, not letting me go.

“Let’s give the people what they want.”

I grab his forearm, digging my black-painted nails into his skin. “Let. Me. Go.”

I’m starting to feel jittery and my jaw is fucking aching.

I really fucked this all up. I should not have come tonight.

But Alex shifts his hold on me, yanking both of my arms behind my back with one hand, threading his arm through them and pi

I stiffen, closing my eyes as everyone seems to be pressing in on me. I try to take deep breaths in through my nose, out through my mouth. Some people are still yelling and cheering, and some people probably aren’t paying attention, probably as high as I am, but if he does this…

If he does this, someone is going to record it and I will never fucking live this down.

I don’t really mind people seeing my tits, but if my mom finds out this happened, she’ll yank me out of school and send me back to rehab and that is not how I want to spend the rest of the year.

“If you wa

I try to yank out of his grip but it’s a joke. He’s a freak of nature, over six feet tall and all lean muscle and asshole.

He straightens, yelling loud enough to be heard over the music the same bullshit he called out earlier, “Who wants to see this beautiful bitch naked?” like he’s a fucking sports broadcaster and flashing tits was his specialty back in the day.

Everyone is yelling and screaming, and I open my eyes again, staring over their heads at the high ceiling as if I might just disappear. As if this isn’t really happening. As if I could float up to the ceiling and fly out of here on the wave of music pounding through the speakers.