A hand wraps around my waist, pulling my back into a hard body, and I freeze. My eyes dart around the room, trying to remember what all happened last night. Went to Mike’s party, but it was really Mitch’s. Nate was there. Tried to force me to leave with him. Then Colt… Fuck, that’s where things go black, and I shove the man off me and jump out of bed.
My shaking legs manage to get me over to the door where I know the light switch is, and I flip it on. My worst nightmare is coming true. “What the fuck, Colt?” I bark out when I see him lying in his bed.
He stretches and sits up, the covers falling to his lap, showing me his smooth chest. His eyes meet mine, and he smirks. “What are you doing? Come back to bed.” He pats the side next to him. “I’m hungry.” His eyes drop to my legs, and I realize I’m naked.
“What in the fuck are you doing?” I ask again, confused as hell. I never stay the night in his bed. Ever. Not once. We fuck, and then go our separate ways.
“Turn off the light and come back to bed,” he orders, lying down and rolling onto his stomach. The covers shift, showing me a perfect view of his ass.
I think about doing what he says for a second, but that morning in the kitchen reminds me that the guys said they always eat pussy when they wake up with a woman in their bed. I shake my head, refusing to allow that this morning. He has some explaining to do.
Leaning against the dresser behind me, I hiss in a breath when it feels like something just stabbed me. “What…?” I turn around to see what it is, but there’s nothing on the dresser, so I run my hand over my butt. “Fuck.” I hiss at the feel again.What the hell is on my ass?
I look over my shoulder, staring at my backside in the mirror, and see a bandage.What the fuck?A scream erupts from my lips when I rip it off, making him jump up from his bed.
“What’s wrong?” Colt asks, walking over to me.
I throw my hands up, and he stops. “Please, tell me this is a joke?” I ask, tears stinging my eyes.
“What are you talking about?” He feigns innocence.
I fist my hands. “Why is your name carved into my ass?” I growl.
A smirk spreads across his face. “I didn’t see you stopping me last night.”
“I can’t even remember last night,” I yell at him. “Why would you do that?”
“Because Nate needed the reminder that you belong to me,” he replies simply. As if carving his name into my ass is totally acceptable.
“No, no, no.” I place my shaking hands in my already tangled hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He reaches out, grabbing my arm, and yanks me to his naked body. “It’s no big deal.”
I reach up and slap him across the face. “This … this is a very big deal.”He branded me.Made me his in a way I never thought possible. “What if I carved my name into you?” I snap.
He turns, walking over to his nightstand and opens up the top drawer. Removing his pocketknife, he slaps it open. Coming back over to me, he holds it out to me, handle first.
I just stare at it. It’s one that I got him for his birthday five years ago. I told him togo bleed to death. I got it for him after he got me a dildo that saidgo fuck yourself.
“Do it,” he says, offering me the knife.
“Colt,” I whisper his name. Either he’s lost his fucking mind or this is a game. This is where things have gone, and I’m not sure what to do.
With his free hand, he raises my chin to look up at him. “Do it, princess. You don’t even have to tie me down. I’d gladly lie there while I bleed for you.”
My breath hitches at his words. How can he make me hate him and want it at the same time? Why do I always feel like I’m losing this game? I swear, if he wanted to, he could drive me insane in a matter of days. It wouldn’t take much at this point.
“Straddle my hips and carve your name into my chest, princess. Let the world see how much you love me.”
My eyes search his, trying to find an ounce of deceit. He’s trying to manipulate me and make me look stupid. “I don’t love you,” I whisper.
Dear Lord, what all happened last night? What did I say? Just a few nights ago, we were in my shower expressing how much we hate one another while fucking. Now he’s dropping the word love?
“No?” he asks, frowning. “I think you do, Raylee.”
I swallow at the use of my real name. It’s always princess to him. Shaking my head, I take a step back, and my ass hits the damn dresser again, making me whimper. But he’s already stepped closer, pinning me in place.
“Have you ever wondered why we can’t let each other go?” He lowers his face to my neck and gently kisses my racing pulse. “Why you so willingly crawl back to me after every failed relationship you’ve ever had? Or why you beg me to fuck you? It’s because you know that no one will ever satisfy you like I do.”
