Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
The other night was about my anger and resentment toward her, all bullshit lies I’d twisted around my heart like a gnarled vine. But this…this was about more. This was about the love I’d harbored for this woman my entire life. A love that had made me a prisoner to the memory of her touch.
She pushed me back, holding me at arm’s length. She gazed at me with eyes that had haunted my dreams for five years. “I can’t keep playing this game with you.”
“Who’s playing games?”
“Come on, Elis. Everything with you is a game. I’m just another way for you to give the elite the finger.”
“I want to give you the finger. Maybe two or three. How I remember it, you liked feeling full. Airtight, as they say,” I spat.
The anger raged out of me. I wanted to hurt her because I wanted her so fucking bad that I couldn’t think straight.
Shock sprang into her eyes before she cast them down. Her hands dropped to her sides and balled into fists.
I knew I’d hit a nerve. I knew I’d hurt her, and I felt like a fucking prick. I never wanted to hurt her. When I was with Devlynn, it was the only time the pain died and left me alone. She silenced all the anger and lulled the voices in my head.
When I was with her the other night, I felt it, the undying need for her. When I was with Devlynn, I was Elis, a guy with the girl he loved. Not an angry, bitter dick with a chip on his shoulder.
We had a history—a fucked-up, tangled history filled with pain and humiliation, and no matter how much I wanted that not to matter, somehow, it always did. The past was a tornado, and no matter how hard or fast I ran from it, it managed to catch up and swallow me whole.
I wanted to kill the ache in my heart for her. I wanted to scare her, make her so disgusted that she’d never let me back into her life again. It was a mistake to abandon her. A mistake that I’d spend the rest of my life making up to her if she’d let me.
I was tired of running. I was tired of hurting. For one second, I wanted to forget it all.
“Why won’t you let me go? Why do you keep this hold on me when you don’t want me? I’m not a toy for you to play with until I break.”
“I have a hold on you? You’ve got to be kidding me. You fucking moved on with your life and didn’t look back. Nothing changed for you, Princess. You were in your tower, high up in the city, untouchable and carefree. I was the one in Brooklyn trying to pick up the pieces. You lost your high school boyfriend. Some guy you were fucking. I lost my father, my home, my mother's sanity, and the beat of my damn heart!” I yelled.
I was angry that she dared to say she loved me. She hadn’t thought twice when we’d ended things. She hadn’t given a fuck about me, about us. She was angry that her degenerate mother had a thing for any man who wasn’t her father.
“You know nothing about what I went through, Elis. Nothing. I couldn't eat. I couldn’t sleep. I almost flunked out of school. My mother was a horror story. I had to fucking put the pieces together. Some days I wish she had run off with your father like she intended. Instead, she decided to be a money-hungry bitch.” She spat the words quickly, and tears streamed down her face.
I couldn’t help but smile, remembering how every time we fought and Devlynn would get riled up, she would start to cry. She never cried when she was sad, but when she was fire-spitting angry, she could cry so hard that she would start hyperventilating.
“Why are you smiling? This isn’t funny.”
I took her hands in mine. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “I miss you.” And I did. I missed her. I missed every fucking thing about her, and I was tired of being a lonely, miserable son of a bitch. I didn’t want to live my life without her anymore. “I want you, princess. I’m tired of denying it.”
“I’m tired of the games. It’s over,” she said before walking away.
The hell it was. I moved quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward me. “I like this skirt.”
“Get your hands off me, Elis. I never want you to touch me again.”
Ignoring her request, I slid her pretty pink skirt up her shapely legs. “Why do you keep lying?” My fingers brushed past her panties, and she hissed when I connected to her warm slit. “Your lips keep saying no, but your pussy will never deny how much you want me, Princess.”