"Try me," Tracey growled. "And you would, you know you would." She grinned ferally. "That would make it all the better for you. Buying me, like the whore you want do badly."
"I did?" she mused. She knew that Sara loved to hear her moan, though she had never admitted it. Tracey closed her eyes and licked her lips. She moaned just like she did when she was about to come right against Sara's ear. "Something like that?"
She vividly remembers the sounds that Sara made, but that weapon would be for another time.
"There is no proof, because…I'm not her dirty little secret anymore…" Tracey had to look away to regain her composure. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to feel weak and hurt. That's why she had come to Sara…
The hands on her hips felt good, as had the nails on her. Tracey bit back a sound of approval. She wasn't going to give in that easily. She turned back. "Stop talking about her," Tracey told Sara resolutely. "It's the only thing that will stop you from getting what you want."
Tracey leaned back in. "That's why you came to find me two weeks ago, wasn't it. You wanted to push me against the wall and treat me like shite while you got your hands dirty with your little Halfblood whore, isn't it?" She pushed her body against Sara's so hard that the banged against the door.
Grinding her body against Sara's, she pulled back. "We had a future, didn't we?" Her tone was odd as she looked at Sara. "You wanted me to be your secret…"