Ocean stared at me in shock that swiftly turned to anger. “That’s it then? You don’t love me anymore?” He sounded genuinely curious and hurt while I stared at him in shock.
“I never told you that I loved you,” I denied hoarsely.
“You didn’t have to. It’s a feeling,” he explained arrogantly, throwing words spoken by a happier, stupider me back at me. “And by the way, this isn’tallmy fault,” he said as he stoodfrom the bed. I followed him until we were facing one another. “Believe me, your bitch-ass brother carries a lot of the blame.”
“Don’t talk about Roshaun!”
“Fuck Roshaun!” Ocean roared. “He didn’t even hesitate to sell you out. Don’t you dare defend him to me unless you want me to find him and break his neck.”
Unwilling to face the truth, I did the only thing I could to hide from it. I slapped the shit out of Ocean. He yanked me into him before pressing a hard kiss to my lips that made me whimper and wish things were different so I could beg him to never stop. “Make that the last time you put your hands on me,” he warned before shoving me onto the bed.
Fuck that. He’d already pissed me off too much. I choose violence.
I kicked out at him as he went to leave, but Ocean’s reflexes were lethally quick. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I quickly flipped onto my stomach and tried to crawl away, but Ocean just flipped my ass right back over before ripping my nightgown clean off.
My skin burned where the straps broke, and my breasts jiggled from the force of the movement. I was so shocked I couldn’t move for several moments. Ocean didn’t miss a beat, though. He pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs and then shoved my panties to the side.
“Goddamn,” Ocean growled appreciatively when I spread my thighs to show him my glistening pussy. He ducked his head and spat on it nastily before lining up his thick, long dick with my opening. There was no need to get me ready for him because I was already sopping wet, which he soon discovered the moment he pushed inside. “Ah, fuck, Coby.” He laughed, but the sound became strangled when I tightened around his invading length. “Why are you so wet, baby? Huh? You missed me?”
Keeping my attitude, I refused to respond, so he started going ham on my pussy right there at the edge of the bed. I clutched at his arms and tried to stifle my cries, but it was impossible with how hard he was fucking me.
“Ocean, ocean,” I eventually whimpered when the pleasure building inside became too intense to keep quiet.
“Ocean, ocean,” he mocked in a high falsetto. “Nah, you gon’ take this fucking dick however I give it to you,” he said as he lifted me up until he was standing with me wrapped around him. “You wanted it, remember?”
Nodding, I stared at him, but he wasn’t moved by my pleas or my tears.
Why was I crying when it felt so good? Because it also felt like betrayal. Hunter would never understand why I gave in because she didn’t know what it was like to be caught in Ocean’s vortex. The storm might calm or retreat for a while, but there was no true way to be free once caught.
And Ocean knew everything I was feeling inside and was forcing me to face it, so I did.
At least for a while.
Moaning deep in my throat, all I could do was hold on as he made me fuck him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I impaled myself on his dick until I came with a cry while Ocean watched me with a dark possession in his eyes that both terrified and elated me.
He didn’t even come. He just set me down once I was done acting a fool on the dick and then made me clean my juices off him with a warm, soapy rag that I got from the ensuite. Once his dick was come-free, Ocean carefully stuffed his erection back inside his jeans with a pinch in his brows that confused me.
He’d rather be in pain than come for me? The rejection stung enough to revive my anger.
“Don’t get it twisted,” I said as I pulled my robe on. “This changes nothing. I’m done with you.”
Ocean stared at me for a long, long while. “So you want to leave me and go back to Hunter?” he asked calmly.
I shrugged and lied through my teeth. “Of course I do.”
Ocean inhaled sharply, and then his expression crumpled before he quickly looked away. Feeling his devastation crash into mine, I wanted to take the words back, but it was already too late. All trace of emotion had been wiped from Ocean’s face when he gathered himself enough to look at me again. And even though he was standing close enough to touch, he never felt more unreachable.
“All right then.”
Convinced I was hearing things (or maybe hoping I was), I asked, “W-what?”
“I’ll take you back to Hunter,” he repeated.
“Ocean, please try to understand—”
“Do you want to marry me or not?” he snapped.
The chill in his eyes had me afraid to answer, but I knew he’d never hurt me, so I forced myself to shake my head while feeling my heart tear in two at the lie. Of course, I wanted to marry him, but how could I, knowing it meant Hunter had to die? How could he love me, knowing I was fine with giving up my soulmate? I wouldn’t be the woman he was so determined to possess because if Hunter died, so would I.
