Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“I’m not going anywhere.” I fold my arms across my chest and stare at her. “You have a lot of fucking nerve to act as you are. You act as if we didn’t give you this place. We could’ve been assholes and left you to fend for yourself.”
“I would’ve been better off.”
“Oh?” I lift an eyebrow. “So, what, I should’ve just let your landlord have his way with you, then?” I chuckle bitterly and shake my head. “Then again, lying on your back to get what you want seems to be what you’re good at.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re a fucking bastard!” She storms across the room with tears in her eyes and raises her hand to slap me, but I catch her wrist. “Let go of me!”
I let go of her with a shove, and she stumbles a few feet. Angry tears stream down her face as her chest rises and falls, and I almost feel bad. I don’t want my anger to get the best of me and make me say things I’ll regret, but she’s so fucking stubborn and difficult for no reason.
So many situations could’ve been avoided had she just communicated properly. Her telling us her identity long ago would’ve saved us all a lot of grief. Her telling us whatever the hell happened between her and Talon would have avoided this petty fight. All we are doing is throwing more gas on a flame that’s already spiraling out of the control, and we’ll all soon burn with it.
Cleo wipes her face and glares at me. “Just like I told Talon, I want you to leave, and I don’t want to see either of you again,” she says through clenched teeth.
“Luckily, I don’t give a fuck about what you want.”
“I can call the police.”
“And tell them what, exactly?”
“That you refuse to leave my apartment?”
“Where’s your signed lease agreement saying this is your apartment?” I cock my head to the side. “Oh, right. You don’t fucking have one because we were generous enough to let you stay here. So you can’t make me leave if I don’t want to.”
“I hate you.”
“You’re not the first whore to say that when they don’t get their way,” I muse with a cocky grin. Hurt flashes in her eyes, and she shoves me.
“And you’re a desperate fuck who apparently can’t get women, since you have to pay to sleep with one.” She glares at me. “And considering that you’re a piece of shit, I’m not surprised you’re still single.”
“Sticks and stones,” I say with a faux yawn. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
She shoves me again, and I push her against the wall out of reflex. Her eyes widen in surprise, fear glistening in her irises as she looks up at me. Her chest rises and falls quickly as short breaths fall from her lips. She’s so fucking infuriating, but so beautiful and tempting. The annoyance running through my blood wants to make her eat her words and suffer, but my body has other ideas.
I crash my lips to hers before I can stop myself. I’m fully prepared for her to push me away, but she only fists my hair and pulls me closer. I hate the control she has over me. I hate that I want her, that I can’t stay away even if I want to. I try to mask the desire with anger and hate, but it always bleeds through.
We clumsily make our way to her bedroom, discarding articles of clothing along the way. My body vibrates with the need to cause a little pain, to make her hurt the way she hurt my brother. The way she’s bound to hurt me. I reach between her legs and stroke her clit as I kiss her deeply, her moans and whimpers of pleasure raising goosebumps on my arms. It’s times like this where I wish she was someone else. The chemistry we have is off the charts, but I know it’s dangerous to get emotionally invested in a runner. And even knowing that, it didn’t stop me from becoming addicted to her and her body.
I bend Cleo over the bed and she cries out when I push into her from behind, but I don’t give her time to adjust. I thrust hard and fast, my hand squeezing the back of her neck as I hold her face-down into the pillows. All the built-up anger and frustration of our conversation melts with each stroke I put inside of her.
“So fucking ungrateful,” I mutter, to which she responds with high-pitched moans. Talon would probably kill me if he knew what I’m currently doing, and I wouldn’t blame him. There’s something Cleo isn’t telling us, and all she’s doing is setting us up for heartbreak yet again. It’s probably selfish that I’m here fucking here instead of getting answers, but she’s almost like a drug. As much as I want to detox myself from her, the cravings come back and then I’m balls deep inside of her again.