“You’re right. I’m not fighting for a relationship just for you to fuck around on me.” I’d agreed not to use labels, and he’d agreed not to cheat on me. “To be clear. Telling me before you fuck a whore that you’re going to fuck her is still cheating.”
I grabbed my jeans and stepped into them without panties. Skin was the only thing holding me together as a rush of panic surged through my veins. This was going to hurt. The cracks were already forming. He didn’t feel the same about me. Sex didn’t mean anything to him, but he knew what his being with Hayley had done to me. We’d never fought uglier or made up harder.
“You’re pissed over a conversation.”
“There’s nothing left to say. You’re off the hook because I’m not your girlfriend. Go fuck her. Do your favor, get your patch, and make some money.” I zipped up, snapped the waistband, and flipped my hair from my face. “Just so you know, it goes both ways.”
Since I’d come to the MC on the back of his bike, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get home, but I wasn’t going to stay and bawl in front of him. When it came to Cruz, I never learned. This was us. I should know better. Nothing ever changed.
“Since it isn’t cheating if you know about it, I’m going to fuck Vega.” I headed toward the door. “He stared at my ass every time I leaned over the table for my shot at pool tonight.” As soon as my fingers touched the doorknob, I glared at Cruz over my shoulder. “Don’t worry. It won’t mean anything.”
I had the door open an inch when Cruz slammed it closed. His body imprisoned me, forcing me against the door. “Not fucking happening.”
“Are you being serious right now?” My words were muffled, and his hot breath was a brand against my neck. With his chest to my back, he kept me pinned to the door.
“You think I’m joking?”
“I think you’re psycho.”
“If I am it’s because you drive me fucking crazy.” His fingers dug into me as he unsnapped my jeans. “No one gets inside this pussy but me.”
One threat, and he’d become unhinged.
“It’s easy to make a promise when you don’t plan to keep it. Here’s mine. I won’t fuck anyone else, either,” I said. The growl of my zipper lowering and a cocktail of lust and anger stripped away my good sense.Stupid girl. “I promise.” There was no hiding the condescending tone in my voice.
“You want to fuck with me?”
“No. I don’t want to fuck with you.” Liar. I buzzed with adrenaline, my nipples ached because they were so tight and pressed against the door. “I want you to know how I feel.”
“I’ve been inside you. I know exactly how you feel.” He shoved my jeans down my hips. I wiggled, helping to lower them to my knees as he kicked my legs apart. With a hard jerk of my hips, he pulled me away fromthe door. I had to brace outstretched arms on the door to keep from falling forward.
He crammed two fingers inside my soaked pussy. I moaned, arched my back, and my inner walls quivered around his fingers. I couldn’t stop the way he made me feel, the dark pull of his deranged side. I knew my threats would push him, known that he’d want to fight.
“I’m the only one who’s going to know how you feel.” He ripped his fingers from my cunt and shoved his cock deep inside me.
“Cruz,” I spat as he knocked the breath from me with every hard, punishing thrust of his cock. “Condom.”
He braced one arm on the door next to mine and whispered in my ear. “Don’t need one. You’re going to feel me.”
I did. I felt every glorious inch of his cock stretching me. He was so hard and thick, mercilessly driving into me. I rose onto my tiptoes as he speared into me again and again. I clawed at the door, snapping and buzzing with uncontrolled chaotic emotions building inside me.
How could he do this with anyone else? Tears filled my eyes and slipped onto my cheeks as my core contracted against his dick. I turned my head and sank my teeth into his arm to keep from screaming as my body detonated, coming undone in a turbulent rain of tremors and flutters.
He fisted my hair, angled my head back, and licked the wetness from my face. “I’m the only one who gets to make you cry.” His gritty tone rasped over my flesh with a promise of depravity. “I’m the only one fucking you, only me.”
I nodded. He slammed his lips to mine, slid his tongue into my mouth, and kissed me filthy as he thrusthis cock hard and deep. My orgasm blended with his. I could feel every hot spurt slicking my channel as he fucked me through his orgasm.
For a moment, he was motionless, still buried inside me. Then he shifted his hips and slipped his cock out of me, leaving a strange hollowness in the carnage of our war. Cum trickled down my thighs. He banded an arm around my shoulders and across my collarbone, and his lips lingered on my temple.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why make me love you when we don’t want the same things?”
“I disagree. If you don’t know, let me make it clear. It’s always you. Every. Fucking. Time.” He turned me in his arms. “You’re mine, and no one else is ever going to touch you.”
“Letmemake it clear. If you fuck someone else, you’re never fucking me again. No condom means no one else.”
He nuzzled my neck. “Not a problem. My dick only wants your pussy.”
“If that were true, we wouldn’t be fighting. How can you be possessive over me, not want anyone to touch me, and then stick your dick in someone else?”
