While Dean’s gaze turns lethal. “Fucking bitch.”
“She’s my sister, Dean.”
“Don’t care. I never liked her.”
That much, I know.
Dean hated how my parents treated her differently. How we were held to different standards since I was the oldest and Eden was the baby. I never cared for it either. But she was my sister, and I protected her. Until she screwed my fiancé.
Maybe I should be grateful when it gave me the courage to finally leave. When it led me back to Dean.
“I thought I hated my brother for the shit he’s doing to Grandpa’s land, but I swear if I see him again—”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Dean. None of it does.” It’s the truth because I’m finally free. “They did me a favor. And maybe now I can right my wrongs.”
“What wrongs would those be, Willa?”
“Choosing him.”
It might be a mistake to admit that. But here, in this room, with Dean towering over me, the truth spills out. I chose wrong. Even if I did it for all the right reasons back then.
“You finally regret that?” He tucks my hair behind my ear.
“I did the second you drove away.” I wet my lips, and his gaze falls to my mouth. “I’m sorry.”
Dean hums, still staring at my lips. “That wasn’t your finest moment, princess. But it was good for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Now you get to make it up to me.”
His heated gaze warms me to the core. My heart races. Blood thunders through me.
“Is that so?” I scoot back on the bed slightly, wrangling the little bit of confidence I have left. “At the club, you made it sound like you needed a minute. Are you finally done making me wait, Dean Graham?”
He leans over me on the bed, planting his fists on either side so our mouths hover an inch apart. “Depends. Are you using me to check the fuck out of your life, or are youfinally ready to admit you’re not the good girl they think you are? I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?”
“That you want to be bad for me. That you’re desperate for my cock. Maybe then I’ll feed it to you.”
Heat pools at my core. I’ve already had his mouth on me. I know how it feels to be in his arms. But to hear him say it in such clear terms has my skin flushed. I’m warm all over.
“I’m desperate for all of you.”
Dean smirks, brushing his lips over mine, but not kissing me. “Are you prepared to prove it?”
“Yes.”
That’s a dangerous promise to make to a man like Dean Graham. He’s rough, reckless. He’s chaos. But that’s exactly what I crave. It’s what I’ve always needed and been too scared to admit. I don’t want sweet and uncomplicated. I want him. I want to feel alive again.
I reach for Dean’s belt, slowly slipping it through the loops.
But the moment I move to tug it all the way off, he steps back, denying me. “You seem to be under the impression you’re in control here, Willa. You’re not. You had your turn saying where the lines are drawn between us, and I accepted it. But it’s my turn now. And when you’re in my bed, you’re going to do what I say. Understood?”
I bite my lower lip. “Understood.”
“Good. Then get on your knees, princess.” He waits for me to slide off the bed and kneel before him, watching my every movement.
