Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

A big upd, as I promised)))

Matthew

What was I waiting for? I don't know. I had forgotten to expect anything from people at all, but here I suddenly had some hope that for the first time in my life I had met a normal girl. One that I would want to see in the morning, and that does not cause a sense of boredom. I caught myself at night thinking that for the first time in a long time I was falling asleep without a fucking feeling of emptiness. I cradled the bitch in my arms, and I was sickened by the realization that this was the right thing. This is the way it should be. Perfect. She's there for me.

Her long hair tickled my nostrils, and I was smiling like a fucking idiot.

I squeeze the leather on the steering wheel with such force that it begins to crunch. The city whizzes by as I take a deep drag on my cigarette and let the smoke out the window.

"I hope the fact that I was a virgin more than made up for your material losses," as the rap burns into my brain with the nasty reminder of her sarcastic tone. Bitch!

I slam my open palm on the steering wheel. 

I've never been stupid, but now I'm being eaten up by incomprehension. I'm a million percent sure the savage was going crazy. A virgin wouldn't be able to shake so naturally from orgasm. And she doesn't have the skill of the learned whores, who can make a man's dick hard with one moan. 

Then again, what do I know about Reenah? Not a damn thing. Just that she was running from me like the plague and then yesterday she suddenly gave her to me on the side of the road. As much as I'd like to believe that our sex was out of gratitude, everything points to that. 

I feel like I've been dipped in shit with my face.

I'd rather she didn't fuck with me at all than like this. I'd like to find the bitch and bring her to her knees. If she was going to pay me back, she'd better do it in every way and in every place. 

"Where are we going?" The redhead speaks for the first time in half an hour, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"To booze and fuck"

I need to get that nasty feeling out of me. I'm used to taking from chicks what they give themselves. Even if it's an appreciative hookup, I basically didn't give a shit. I used to. Until last night. 

"Aren't we going to look for Reenah?"

"Why? I fucked her once, that's it."

"Well yeah"

"Shut up, Red!"

Marina

It has long been dark outside the window, and everything is fine with me. The bright light in front of my eyes is a variety of shades, bringing the morning dawn into the darkness of the night. Or is it not dawn? I tilt my head to my side and stretch my arm forward, trying to catch the elusive sunbeam, which for some reason has suddenly turned into a neon beast. 

I smile. I feel as good as it has been in a long time. All the heavy thoughts have evaporated, leaving a lightness and spiritedness in their place. 

Yeah, it's a great feeling. I wish it could always be like this! No worries about tomorrow. No thoughts of lack of education. No condemnation from those lucky enough to achieve something in this fucking life. 

All the bad things seem to have left the planet and brought the long-awaited utopia. 

"Rie" A languid voice, filled with a hoarse vibration, comes from somewhere outside, but this time it doesn't hurt me. My heart doesn't clench. It feels like it's opening up, letting Matthew in.

The asshole who, for some inexplicable reason, has become so important to me, smiles his cheeky grin, blue eyes directly opposite. I don't just feel good. I feel perfect. It feels so good to have him here. I miss him. Just one night was able to divide my life into BEFORE and AFTER. Life before Matthew was drab and monotonous. And this psycho blew it up with a rich color scheme of emotions. For the first time I opened myself up to a guy to the point that I allowed myself to give myself to him. But now there was no expected pain of betrayal. Now he's here. I can feel his wet tongue sliding down my neck. A guy's hands wandering greedily over my body. This can't be an illusion. It's too natural. So much so that my receptors come alive when his tongue is in my mouth.

With manic greed, I try to satiate the moment. Maybe tomorrow the pain will return, and he' ll be gone. The fear of being alone again is restraining, but it quickly evaporates again when Matthew sinks his lips into my neck and pulls my skin in pain.

In the subconscious, the barely perceptible thought that he is doing it for the first time flashes through my mind. Bastard usually bites, but he doesn't leave hickeys. But maybe that's what he wanted to do now. Bathed in sunlight and pleasant tenderness, fueled by the growing excitement, I run my fingers through the guy's hair, and again the dissonance. Since when aren't they short? 

Matthew's lips are still sucking on my skin, bringing unpleasant pain and forcibly pulling me out of my "paradise" state.

"Reenah!"

The voice suddenly seems different. A hoarse one, but with a different tone of gruffness. Filled with filthy and depraved lust. Not the playful sensuality I've been used to lately.

Cool fingers dive into my jeans, and as soon as they touch my naked flesh, my floating consciousness returns to its rightful place. I begin to gasp under the weight of the memories that have been dumped on me, and I realize that it's not Matthew on top of me right now. My heart begins to whine again, my brain begins to think feverishly, pulling from the weed-infested memory scraps of the memories of how the guys came back and brought the pot. We drank and smoked. Shit. Shit!