Chapter 22. You're Evil

“You must think me a bitch,” Her voice came out low, as her fingers crawled into her pussy, her nails parting the lips like rose petals.

“You’ve always been a bitch,” I said, through gritted teeth.

My bitch. But I did not say that out loud.

Not that she would have heard me anyway, because her breath was already hitching as the ball of her thumb touched her clit.

I could only think of how my finger would have done a better job. 

It was bigger, and would have covered the whole thing, pressed dow…

“Ughhn,” she moaned now, her fingers beginning to circle her clit faster, “I like that description of me.” She giggled and then moaned again.

“Bitch.” The word came out of my mouth, more strongly than I felt, startling me. 

But Olivia moaned again, arching her back.

And I frowned.

“Say it again,” she said, her free hand sliding her sleeve down her arm. “Say it.”

I drew closer to her, hypnotized. 

Hypnotized by thi