Ruin and Rage


NESTA POV

Why did she get to have everything she wanted?

Stupid. Strong and Beautiful Feyre. God I loved to hate her, but... not really.

I tipped the drink back to my lips, chugging it down.

The Fae male beside me takes my lips when I am am done with it, and I butcher his lips with my own. I hunger for anything now, hunger for attention, hunger for the danger of a quick fuck with a stranger, and hunger for losing myself in the Velaris nightclubs and getting nothing out of it in the process.

I would feel the male thrust into me, whispering nasty things about how tight my cunt was around him, how it squeezed the hell out of him, but he didn't comment on how dry I was, how my face scrunched up with pain, and I still let him do it to me. Let myself to do it to me, and I could care less.

"Nesta, look at me. Look at me babe." I growled and swallowed his words in a crushing make-out session, finding the wet and blood, and bringing him to his end. I hated telling him my name. He didn't deserve it, none of these horny Fae fuckers deserved it.

After the euphoria of him ramming up against my G-spot, the starry eyed black had left me, I kicked the stranger out, going to the balcony and taking a pipe to my lips to keep the high going. For once I am noticing how orally fixated I had become, almost as if my mouth had to be occupied for me not to lose my mind.

"Nesta," this time the voice is female. Elaine.

Fuck-off, I should stay, but I open the door, going back to the balcony openness, the air shifting through my loose dress and the sweat and dried fluids between my legs. Male and Female. Disgusting. I hope Elaine doesn't smell it.

"Nesta."

How she loves to look right into me and see the devastation and ruin that has nothing to do with the one-night stands and daze of the pipe in the blood.

"What?" I fire back. The suffering and sadness so plain in her eyes.

"I am here."

That is when I break down, and say something that I know will regret.

"Get the fuck out!"