“Yet you left this,” she says just as she straddles my lap. I lace my hands together behind my head as her palms fall to my chest.
“Well, you didn’t mourn for too long,” I say as she moves her pelvis over my length.
“What did you want me to do? Believe that you were going to come back, kidnap me from my room, and take me to a remote island and be happy about it?” She lifts her chest and rubs her nipple over my lips. I part them but she pulls away, not letting me suck on the little nub. “You moved on, so I had to move on.”
“You could have waited,” I say as she twists on my lap so her back is now against my chest. She loops her hand around the back of my neck, anchoring herself in place as she undulates her ass over my erection. It feels so fucking good. Her pace is perfect, and the softness of her ass passing over my cock is the perfect combination of friction and pressure. She’s building me up slowly despite the hate she has for me.
“You left me once,” she says as I unlatch my hands and cup one of her breasts lightly. Her body tenses before she moves my hand away. “You could leave me again. Why would I wait?”
“Because I told you I loved you,” I say.
That makes her turn back around to face me, and the movement causes my cock to slip past the shorts I’m wearing. Noticing, she pulls it all the way out of my shorts, then plasters her clit against it, moving her hips harder, grinding her arousal into me so I get lost in how wet she is.
“If you loved me, Keller, you never would have broken me the way you did.”
Her hands loop around the back of my neck and her hips move faster, her head falls back, exposing her beautiful neck and, if we weren’t in the middle of some serious hate sex at the moment, I’d run my tongue along the column, all the way up to her mouth where I’d claim it.
“Who’s to say I broke you on purpose?” I ask as her breath catches in her throat and her head falls forward, her body tensing against mine. She’s close.
“Fuck,” she whispers as she forgets to respond to me and focuses on her pleasure, creating such a delicious friction between us that I feel my mind falling to our connection and the thrust of her hips, the soft moans falling past her lips.
Her fingers dig into my skin and her thrusts become frantic as her head falls back again, her lips parting.
“Uhhhhh . . . oh . . . God,” she moans just as her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning, so fast I wasn’t expecting it. Seeing her fall apart, right here in front of me, sends me over the edge as well in surprise.
I push her away a few inches, grip my cock, and pump as I come quickly between us, my cum once again hitting my stomach.
“Jesus,” I mutter, not expecting to have such a fast release.
I don’t think she was either, because when her eyes meet mine, they seem confused but with a slice of anger.
Once I catch my breath, I say, “Was that what you wanted?”
She pushes off me, standing before me now. “No, what I wanted was to marry you, what I got was a broken heart and a shattered soul.”
She takes a step back as I drop my hand to the side. “Then why bother fucking me if your soul is so shattered? I’d think you wouldn’t want to be around me.”
“You’re right.” She walks over to where she dropped her towel and picks it up. “I don’t want to be around you. This”—she motions between us—“this was a mistake. Last night, that was a mistake.”
“Is that how you truly feel?”
“Yes,” she answers and wraps the towel around her. She heads to the bedroom. I quickly wipe up my stomach with a wet paper towel before following her.
“If this was all a mistake, then why let me touch you again?”
She keeps her back to me as she answers, “Because despite hating you and what you did to me, I can’t deny the fact that my body still wants you.” She looks over her shoulder. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t hate you . . . because I do.” Her eyes well with tears. “I hate you, Keller. I hate what you did to us. What you did to me. I hate every second that I have to be in this stupid cottage with you for God knows what reason, probably you trying to get me to fall for you all over again.” She grips her towel tighter. “Well, it’s not going to happen. I’m not going there again.” She tilts her chin up. “This was a momentary lapse, won’t happen again.”
I work my jaw back and forth, anger pumping through me. She fucking hates me? Really?
“Life isn’t as it always seems, Lilly. Best you remember that as you move through this cottage with me.”
“And this body, it doesn’t belong to you,” she says, cutting me deep. “Best you remember that.” She heads toward the bathroom, pauses, then turns to face me. “It took every ounce of strength I had to get through the past few months, and I’ll be damned if you set me back again. I’m moving forward, and you’re not in the picture.”
I nod slowly. “Let me guess, Evan is?”
“He’s a hell of a lot more in the picture than you.” And with that, she slams the bathroom door behind her, leaving me in a silent bedroom.
Fuck her.
