Heat blazes in his eyes, burning away whatever sanity and control he’s been hanging on to. He pulls the coat down my body, then picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I gasp as I bounce on the soft mattress. The sheets underneath are wrinkled, and my hand touches something sticky.
I glare up at him. “I’m not going to sleep with you in a bed where you had sex with another woman.”
He leans over me, his hands on either side of me, trapping me between his legs and arms. A smug smile tugs at his mouth. “You look pretty when you’re jealous.”
I want to deny I’m jealous, but it’d only make me look foolish. “I don’t want you getting an STD and giving it to me.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry, there was no other woman.” He looks into my eyes. “I told you: I came twice thinking ofyou.”
Oh myGod…
He grips my hair and dips his head, then stops when we’re onlyhairsbreadths away from kissing. “Oh, I forgot. No kissing the princess, right?”
Before I can process the resentment and wistful longing in his voice, he pulls my nipple into his mouth while pushing away the thin strap between my legs. He groans when his fingers dip into my slick depths.
“How long have you been wet?” Without giving me a chance to respond, he moves his fingers inside me so hard that I shake. “Were you thinking of me?”
I shake my head, not wanting to answer and stroke his ego.
His eyes flare. “Were you thinking of someone else?”
I grit my teeth as the pleasure builds. I’m going to get my orgasm, and he’s getting whatever he wants out of the arrangement. I don’t owe him any explanations. I can’t afford to offer any. I need to remember what this is about and keep my heart insulated.
He lets out a mocking laugh at my defiance, then flicks his tongue over my left nipple. I moan at the teasing stroke, how good it feels. He sucks the tip of my breast with single-minded focus, and I grip his hair. He pumps his fingers, and my pussy grips them. He barely grazes the bump inside me, the one that makes me go wild. He keeps a steady pace, enough to build the fire, but not enough to make me explode.
“You bastard,” I grit out. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were nice.”
He laughs with the nipple in his mouth, the vibration sending streaks of sharp pleasure to my core. I press my feet on the bed for better mobility, to rock against his hand, but he just rides the motion, maintaining a constant, unfulfilling pressure.
“Do you get horny thinking of me?” he asks against my breast. “Does it ever get unbearable? Do you ever finger-fuck yourself, remembering all the things we did together?”
No, no, no, I shake my head. Even as he goads me, his eyes are glazed and unfocused with raw vulnerability. I’ve glimpsed that before, when I walked in on him after he’d just had a nightmare. Part of me wants to cradle his face and press a kiss on his mouth as tenderly as before, but I pull back.
I don’t want to give in and let my guard down. I don’t want to remember the nights when I thought of him, wished I could hold on tohim, kiss him until we were out of breath and have him glide into me over and over again until I forgot all the ugliness in my life.
I don’t want him seducing me into hoping this can be anything but a deal. He and I… We’ve been through too much to believe in fairytales and happy endings.
“Do you—”
Blinking away the bittersweet tears before they fall, I put a hand over his mouth. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Chapter Sixteen
Bryce
Shut up and fuck me.
I cock an eyebrow and stare into her luminous eyes. If she’d demanded that even half an hour ago, I might’ve just gone ahead and done it. I probably wouldn’t have been able to control myself enough to tease her. But two orgasms and a bit of time have shaved off some of the drug’s maddening urgency. The need for her boils in my veins, but not to the point that I’ll do everything she wants, thank God.
And making demands when she won’t even let me kiss her properly?I hate it that she’s denying me that comfort, something that goes beyond just sex. For an instant, I thought that she might press her lips over mine in sweet solace as worry pinched her expressive face when she looked around the messy room. And my heart skipped a beat.
But I should’ve known—she never loved me. Even when our relationship was at its peak, it was one-sided. For whatever reason, the people I love and trust the most always hurt me while claiming to love me. If I’d learned that lesson when I was eight, I wouldn’t have let myself be so helpless again.
I lick Fiona’s palm, feeling and tracing the lines with the tip of my tongue. Her eyes widen, and she lets out a shocked sigh. Amazing thatshe forgot her hands could be so sensitive. I found out the second time we slept together.
I move my fingers inside her, winding her up just enough that it’s torturous, but not so much that she can climax. She wants to use me like a human dildo to give her a few orgasms, but I’m not her boy toy. She’ll never play me again, physically or emotionally.
Her breathing grows more erratic. She rocks against my hand, and I slow the pace a bit, denying her the peak she’s chasing.
