Part 164 (1/2)

”What's this?” He was clever enough to know that the wild look in her

eyes meant she would strike first and be sorry for it later. He'd been

right about the virginal part, he thought while his breath heaved. And

he wanted to be the one to relieve her of the obstacle. ”Defending your

honor? You were ready to cast it aside a minute ago.”

She only shook her head, jabbing with the blades as he took a cautious

step forward. ”Get out. I want you to get out. Don't come near me

again, or Marianne. When I tell her-”

”You won't tell her a thing.” Through his fury, he smiled. ”If you do,

you'll only lose a friend. She's in love with me, and she'll believe

exactly what I tell her. Imagine, coming on to your best friend's

lover.”

”You're a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and a liar.”

”Quite true, Emmy luy. But then you're a frigid tease.” Calmer, he

picked up his discarded beer and swigged. ”And here I was, trying to do

you a favor. You've got problems, sweetheart, big ones, but nothing a

good f.u.c.k wouldn't cure.” Still smiling, he rubbed himself. ”And

believe me, I'm a very good f.u.c.k. Just ask your best friend.”

”Get out.”

”But you wouldn't know about that, would you? Sweet little Catholic

girl, all hung up in sins and those sweaty dreams you have when you

listen to me upstairs with Marianne. Your kind likes it to be rape, so

they can pretend they're innocent all the time they're screaming for

more.”

Setting her teeth, Emma looked deliberately down to where he continued

to caress himself. ”If I use these,” she said quietly, ”I'm going