Page 91 of HER SISTER

"She was one of Mya's friends in freshman year."

I nodded to myself, realizing that's how Mya knew Lana.

And also why she didn't like her—which was obvious by her reluctant hug.

"How did it happen?" I asked her carefully, leaning back into the couch that we were seated on.

We had gotten back from dinner less than an hour ago—but I still wasn't done dragging it out.

I also wanted to talk about all of this first.

"How did what happen?" Mili repeated back to me in question.

"How did you fuck her?" I reiterated bluntly, holding Mili's dark eyes completely.

My girlfriend suddenly looked away from me, "I know you don't want to know that so why are you asking me?" she said.

And she was right, I didn't want to know.

But at the same time, I did—I wanted to know exactly who she was before I met her.

"Tell me how you fucked her, Milan," I repeated myself again with a much more demanding tone.

Mili let out an irritated sigh, "One of my friends was having a housewarming party—I invited Mya who invited Lana to come along," she began explaining, avoiding my stare completely, "After a few drinks we were somehow upstairs in one of the bedrooms."

I hummed, "And? Was that it?" I questioned.

It was something I had wondered at brunch.

Had they hooked up numerous times or just once?

"No."

I bit down on the inside of my cheek as I stared at my girlfriend's perfect side profile.

"How many times?" I asked, my tone completely lowered as I anticipated her answer.

Mili briefly pursed her lips, "A few times here and there," she mumbled.

"Oh, so you can't give me a number?" I reiterated, realizing that they had to have hooked up more times than I could count on my fingers.

Mili suddenly met my stare, "I love you, Atiana," she clarified with a serious expression.

I blinked a few times, "I know, I just—" I suddenly let out a deep sigh, "—How did Mya find out?" I asked curiously.

"She caught me leaving Lana's place one morning," Mili explained.

I nodded to myself, "So she never came here?" I questioned.

Mili automatically shook her head, "No, I just moved here last fall when I got back from traveling abroad," she said, easily soothing somewhat of my nerves.

Until, I thought about the gaps of time, like before I met her or before we even got together.

Although, I knew she didn't see anyone between our one break from October to December.

"And no other girls have been here?" I said, hoping to somewhat soothe my thoughts.

Mili suddenly met my stare, reaching for my hand as she said, "Just you."

I let out an internal sigh of relief, feeling somewhat soothed that she didn't have anyone else here.

It felt nice to know that her loft only held memories of us.

My eyes darted down as soon as Mili's phone began buzzing with a call from the gallery.

"Take it," I said before she had a chance to decline it.

Mili furrowed her brows, "It doesn't feel like the right moment," she determined.

But before she could possibly tap to decline the call, I said, "Seriously, take it. I'm going to go shower."

Mili's lips pursed into a frown as she watched me stand from the couch.

"Without me?" she questioned, clearly offended by even the idea of it.

I hummed, "Just join me when you're done," I suggested.

Mili sighed as she glanced down at the buzzing phone, "Fine," she said, clearly not happy about the circumstances.

I smiled as I pressed a fleeting kiss to her forehead, allowing her to take the call as I retreated upstairs to her bathroom.

Within minutes, I had a pair of clothes picked out for us both while the glass shower grew with steam.

And as each piece of my clothing fell to the ground, I analyzed my body—letting my dark hair down as my eyes ran over my bare skin.

I wondered if I was any different to Mili.

I knew our connection was different—that she was in love with me and took me seriously.

But otherwise, what was different about me?

I sighed as I walked into the steamy shower, allowing the hot water to cascade down my body.

And as I ran my hands down my wet hair, a devious thought managed to coat my mind.

One that would press Mili's nerves like I wanted.

I didn't even give myself a second to think about it—soon I was parting my legs for my own touch as my hands slid down lower and lower.

I knew Mili would be upstairs any minute, but just to rush her even more, I quickened my pace around my own clit—purposefully letting my own moans echo the walls of the bathroom.

I leaned my back against one of the cold walls for support as I slid one of my fingers into myself.

My free hand instinctively gripped the wall behind me as I began pumping in and out of myself, allowing more moans and whimpers to fall from my lips.

"Atiana?"

Another soft moan fell from my lips as I arched away from the shower wall.

And I could easily see my girlfriend's silhouette through the foggy glass—clearly tugging all of her clothes off in one fluid motion.

I purposely curled into my spot that I had grown to learn from my girlfriend—leaning into my own touch as my entire body began trembling.

And as soon as I tightened around my fingers, Mili emerged into the foggy shower—and it wasn't hard to see how frustrated she was with the scene in front of her.

Mili glanced down as I slid my wet finger out of myself.

"I... can't believe you right now," Mili said, narrowing her eyes at me as she walked further into the large glass shower.

I hummed as I slid my glistening finger into my mouth, "You're next," I said, narrowing my eyes into a devious look.

And as soon as I pulled my girlfriend into my wet body she was saying, "Let me take you for round two baby."

I tilted my head, "What did I just say?" I reiterated, knowing that it was her turn.

Mostly to take what she deserved from earlier today.

Mili hummed as I slid my wet hands up the sides of her body—and I made sure to take my time with each inch of her tan skin that my fingers grazed.

Another hum vibrated in my girlfriend's throat when my hands settled at her shoulders, easily kneading them softly as her eyes held mine.

"What did I say, Milan?" I repeated myself in a low whisper.

My girlfriend's eyes grew darker as soon as one of my hands settled around her soft neck.

"I'm next," Mili repeated my previous words, and I couldn't miss how low and raspy her voice was.

I pressed a soft kiss to the center of her chest, "Good job baby—" I stuck my tongue out, gliding it up the center of her chest to her neck, "—Let me touch you," I murmured against her skin before subtly sucking over the hickey's that I had left earlier.

My girlfriend's hands suddenly settled around my waist, "I'm all yours," she emphasized, clearly trying to prove a point.

But it was too late for that, especially after what I witnessed at brunch.

I hummed, sliding my fingers down to where I knew a wetness would greet me.

A soft gasp fell from my girlfriend's lips as soon as I slid one of my fingers into her—clearly not wasting any time.

"Can you reiterate what happened at brunch baby?" I murmured, holding Mili's heavy eyes that stared down at me.

My girlfriend's jaw tightened, suddenly realizing the game I was playing, "Atiana I—"

"Sorry did that come out as a question?" I said, suddenly pressing her back to one of the shower walls, which elicited a perfect moan from her, "Reiterate what happened at brunch," I said, clearly not leaving any room for her to say no.

Mili's arms tightened around my waist as I slid in and out of her at a smooth pace—especially with how wet and warm she was for me.

"I..." Mili trailed off as soon as I curved into her g-spot, easily causing her to inhale a sharp breath to gather her nerves, "I talked to a past hook-up," she finally forced out.

I hummed, "And why were you smiling at her?" I questioned.

My girlfriend's short nails suddenly dug into my waist—clearly affected by me quickening my pace even more.

"I—it was you. I mentioned you to her and it made me smile," she forced out in one breath.

I smiled slightly, suddenly pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her neck.

"It won't happen again, yeah?" I murmured against her skin.

A string of soft moans fell from my girlfriend's lips, "Never again—" another moan fell from her lips, "I swear, Atiana," she forced out, suddenly gripping me into her body.

I hummed, resting my cheek against her chest as I leaned into her warm body—easily curving even more into her g-spot as I deepened my strokes.

"You feel so good, Mi," I whispered, which easily made my girlfriend grip me tighter to her body.

"Fuck Atiana—"

She was cut short by her own moan, clearly very close to her peak.

And as soon as she tightened around me so perfectly, a layer of warmth coated my body—especially when I slid out of her completely.

Mili's body fell limp with defeat as I backed away from her—meanwhile, I was sliding my fingers past my lips as I got back under the warm water.

"Atiana," my girlfriend sighed as she leaned off the wall.

I hummed as I turned to face her, "Yes beautiful?"

Mili's jaw grew tight, "I said I was sorry," she reminded me.

I nodded to myself as I grabbed the shampoo, "I know baby," I said, pouring the soap into my hands before reaching up to her wet dark hair.

"So why are you doing this?" she questioned as I lathered the shampoo in her hair.

I hummed, "Let's just call this a lesson learned," I murmured as I guided her under the water.

My girlfriend drew in a frustrated breath, "I've never actually edged you, Ati," she said, clearly unhappy with my actions.

I nodded, "And I've never actually flirted with a past hook-up in front of you," I reiterated.

Mili gave me a narrowed look.

And before she could even mention it, I said, "Kiara and I never hooked up, and you were aware that me even speaking to her was a game between us since you fucked me in the bathroom afterward. You unknowingly smiled and were friendly with Lana."

Mili groaned, "Ati, baby—let's just wave a white flag, please," she said, clearly trying to negotiate.

I only shook my head as I lathered the shampoo in my own hair, "It's too late to wave white flags. You're going to take what I just gave you," I said, leaving no room for a disagreement.

My girlfriend only narrowed her eyes at me, clearly frustrated with my actions.

And I could only feel satisfied by her frustration, knowing that she felt exactly how I felt earlier.

Call it an eye for an eye.

"We'll try this again tomorrow," I said, knowing it would only make it worse for her if she was forced to sleep it off.

"You're actually insane," Mili mumbled, shaking her head to herself as she grabbed the conditioner.

I hummed to myself as I slid my arms around her waist, "Only for you."