She jumps, her head whipping around to glare at me. “Don’t touch me,” she snaps, shoving my hand from her warm skin.
Letting go of her thigh, I grip her wrist, twisting it and forcing a whimper out of her pretty lips. I pull it toward me until her face comes within inches of mine.
My eyes drop to her red lips and then meet her narrowed eyes. Closing the small space, I lean in, needing to kiss her. But she tosses what’s left of my mimosa in my face.
I sit back in my seat, letting go of her, and she gets to her feet, grabbing her wineglass and storming out of the formal dining room.
I chuckle, running my hand down my now wet face. I catch sight of the wine bottle in the middle of the table and pick it up. Standing, I head upstairs, knowing she’s running off to her old room.
So predictable, princess.She’s got the door shut, but I shove it open, making it bounce off the interior wall before it slams itself shut.
“Get the fuck out!” she shouts at me.
I advance on her while she walks backward before she hits the side of her bed and falls onto it, landing on her back. I crawl on top of her, pinning her down, and grip her face. “Open up,” I order and then bring the wine bottle to her lips, pouring more than I meant to into her mouth, making her choke on it. It covers her face, neck, and chest that her sundress shows off.
Setting the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed, I shove her hair out of the way and lean down, running my tongue along her neck, licking up the wine she spit up. “Tastes so good.” I moan, sucking on her skin.
“Colt.” She says my name breathlessly, still trying to recover from the fact I almost drowned her in wine.
“Want some more, princess?” I ask, nibbling on her ear.
“Go to hell.” She lifts her chin.
I smile. “Can’t we move on from this? You being a bitch and pretending not to want me?”
She glares at me. “You followed me up here. Not the other way around.”
“You’re right.” I sigh. “I’m attracted to you, Raylee. You’re fucking crazy, but every time I see you, all I can think about is fucking you.”
Her eyes close, and she whimpers.
“Tell me that you don’t want me,” I challenge, and she doesn’t respond. Smiling, I add, “See, why fight it? Just let go. We can call a truce.”
“Truce, Colton?” She snorts, dragging out my full name. She very rarely calls me that. “Any chance you get, you fuck me over.”
“I just want to fuck you, princess. What do you say? You and me? We can fuck the hate out of each other, whenever we want, wherever we want?”
Her heavy eyes stare up into mine. “You purposely broke up my relationship,” she argues. “You only fucked me so you could tell Nate I cheated on him.”
“One, you fucked me while with another man.” I give her a tsking sound and lower my lips to her ear. “Two, I was going to fuck you either way. You having a boyfriend didn’t matter to me.”
“You think that makes it better?” she snaps.
“I think you set my car on fire, and I ended your relationship. Let’s call it even.” I lick her neck, making her moan. “Now I’m offering to get you off. I’d say you’re getting the better end of the deal here, princess.”
“You’re manipulating me.” She growls.
I pull back, smiling down at her. “How so? I’m making what I want from you very clear.” I shove her dress up and pull her underwear to the side, running my fingers over her pussy, noticing the way she spreads her legs a little wider for me. “You’re wet.” I smile, and she swallows but doesn’t argue. No reason to deny what I can feel. When I shove a finger into her, she arches her neck, and her breath catches. “There’s nothing wrong with being a slut, princess.” I insert a second finger, and she moans. “Nate doesn’t understand what that means.” I remove them and push them in again while my thumb massages her clit. “If he could keep you satisfied, then you wouldn’t be fucking other men.”
People say all the time, once a cheater, always a cheater, but I don’t believe that. Not with Raylee. Once my girl understands that she belongs to me, she’ll never need or want another man. And I’ll kill any guy who even tries.
I may allow others to watch me play with her, but that’s only because I know it turns her on. I’ll never share her again.
Reaching up, she runs her hands through her hair while arching her back. “Colt, please—”
“What, princess?” I ask, my fingers getting more forceful. Her body rocks back and forth on her bed, still pinned under mine. I add a third one, spreading her wide, and her hands grip my forearms, nails digging into my skin. “Tell me we have a truce.”
She nods, sucking in a deep breath. “A truce. Just fuck me.”
