The Resistance Girl. Jina Bacarr
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Название: The Resistance Girl
Автор: Jina Bacarr
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Контркультура
isbn: 9781838893781
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‘Bastien, again… please, mon amour.’
‘You’re drunk, Sylvie… sloppy drunk, but you’re beautiful.’
I wiggle my hips. ‘Hand me my pills. And the brandy.’
I need it, crave it… I can’t turn off the painful thirst for the alcohol circulating in my brain. My mouth is dry. I’m heaving up gulps of air. My eyelids are heavy as a profound weariness descends upon me. Weighing me down as if I’m bound by restraints, my feelings and emotions wrapped up in a realm of fantasy, knowing what comes next. Pure ecstasy.
‘Where did you get these pills?’ he asks. ‘They’re a powerful sedative.’ He rattles the glass bottle of sleeping pills I sweet talked the studio doctor into giving me.
‘I have my ways… give me the pills.’
‘What if Hélène shows up and finds you here?’
‘Who the hell is she?’
‘My patroness…’
‘You mean your posh whore.’ I see him grin wide, his bare chest shiny with sweat.
‘She’s doesn’t trust me.’
‘Neither do I.’ I smirk, then wiggle my hips again to get what I want. Him. And the pills.
‘Zut alors, Sylvie, I can never resist you,’ he says, handing me the pills and then the brandy. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever made love to.’
‘Until the next one comes along.’ I have no illusions about Bastien and his loyalty, or lack thereof, but the struggling artist is good for my ego… and my needs.
His fingers are cold, colder than I would have imagined when he touches me. I don’t care. I’m all in a fever, wrapped up in darkness and secrecy and—
Desire.
Sending me to a place I both need and fear.
I hear the crisp snap of a matchstick hitting the iron bedframe and the scent of that fear mixes with the pungent odor of a familiar smell filling the outrageously red bedroom. A cool, damp musky smell that reminds me of rich earth.
Bastien inhales deeply and blows out the smoke before offering me the bud. I shake my head, preferring the lovely dream my pills promise. I down the rest of the pills with the brandy, then gasp when I feel his soft kisses teasing me, and then his curious mouth moving up and down my body, his lips dancing over my skin with a wicked playfulness both intimate and frightening.
My heart beats faster, my breaths frantic.
The room begins spinning around me. A nauseating dizziness takes hold of me. I shouldn’t have taken so many pills. I’m powerless to resist their effect. I refuse to acknowledge I’m on a drunken, drug-induced binge, drowning my sorrows with a man I don’t love but enjoy, except tonight he seems nervous. I assume that’s because I dropped in unexpectedly, enticing him to soothe my lonely soul with his gorgeous body.
A pity, I remember little of what happens afterward except I’m never disappointed. All I recall is waking up with a raging headache and a lovely soreness between my legs and a woman shouting… then Bastien shouting back.
‘She’s a drunk and an addict,’ the woman yells. ‘Get her out of here.’
‘Do you know who she is?’
‘No, and I don’t care. She’s nothing to me. Get rid of her or we’re through.’
‘You don’t mean that, ma chérie.’
‘I’m not paying for this rattrap so you can bring your tart here. We have an agreement. I own you and you service only me. Toss her out now or you can sell your ass to another rich pigeon.’
Then a door banging… the grandfather clock striking three… someone picking me up and carrying me out into the chilly night.
And I pass out. Again.
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