Craving Him

Just ignore him my subconscious reminds me.

Turning the faucet off, I turn on my heel and pace back towards the door of the kitchen. The beat of my heart thrums, skipping beats and making me catch my breath.

“Why are you running, little one?” his voice echoes down the hallway, and I smirk. I turn to face him.

“Because I can’t stand to be near you,” I snap, tightening my grip on my glass, being mindful not to shatter it.

“Well, that’s not true, is it?” He licks his lip, standing and stalking across the floor to me and exhaling the smoke that he has just inhaled.

“It really is.”

“You didn’t mind when you were being fucked earlier today,” smirking, he takes another long, slow drag. My eyes bug out of my head, swallowing the large lump that seems to be lodged in my throat.

“You used me,” I snap.

“Did I? Or did you use me?” he laughs softly, turning is head to the side as he slowly licks his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into it then sucking it behind his front teeth.

“Leave me alone,” I s