“No, I think it’s fucking ironic,” he smirks, “and holding you in my arms, dancing with you, feeling your hate, is fucking turning me on.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You didn’t think so when I had my tongue deep in your tight little cunt.”
He did not just say that.
“How many times did I make you come? Two? Three? I lost count.”
“I hate you.” The words spew from my lips like venom.
“Careful, Letty,” he admonishes. “It’s a thin line between love and hate.”
God. I can’t stand him. He’s so fucking arrogant.
Just because I had a lapse in judgment six months ago and we ended up locked in a bedroom after Homecoming at a party I should never have attended, didn’t mean he had the right to bring it up. I would have blamed alcohol, but I never had a drink that night. No drugs either.
No, to my utter dismay, I was fucking sober when I let him touch me. And it didn’t end there. He made me come threetimes on his tongue alone. His kisses made me dizzy. His lust consumed me.
Thank God we didn’t go all the way.
Why? I’m not entirely sure. I would have, and he knew it. Hence, the fucking self-assured grin on his handsome face.
Ugh. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to listen to the husky, deep timbre of his voice or smell his cologne with hints of leather, pine needles, and spice. A wild scent that borders on savage. Just like Gage.
“You’re still pissed,” he guesses when I don’t bother to reply.
What can I say that he doesn’t already know?
After the night we spent together, I thought Gage had feelings for me. I thought he fucking cared. He didn’t. When we saw one another in the school halls the following Monday morning, he stared at me, paused as I waved, and then ignored me. He straight-up dismissed my enthusiastic smile, starry-eyed gaze, and infatuatedhello. Everyone around us noticed as he walked away.
I’d never been so humiliated in my life.
To make matters worse, his brothers, Liam and Theo, poked fun at me about it. They spread gossip about me and laughed at my humiliation.
Gage’s refusal to acknowledge me after dozens of people knew we went upstairs together at that party only made things worse. Rumors spread like wildfire. Everyone believed he got what he wanted from me, and since he didn’t want to stick around, I had to be rotten in the sack.
For months afterward, I couldn’t figure out what happened. Where did it go wrong? How could he act like that night meant nothing? We kissed until my lips were swollen. He had his mouth between my legs for hours. It was his idea to hold me, wrap my body in his warmth, and watch the sunrise together. Gage said I made him feel alive. He called me beautiful.
He didn’t have a clue what that did to my poor, innocent heart when he turned his back on me. I had to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart and the little dignity I had left, holding back tears as he strolled through the halls of Summit Hill High like he owned them. To almost everyone there, he nearly did. No one ever said no to Gage Blade or ordered him around. He had free rein to say and do whatever, orwhoever, he wanted. It just never happened to be me or anything to do with me.
So, yeah, I’m still pissed. That will never change.
“You know, beautiful, if you didn’t glare at me like that, I would think you still had a crush on me.”
I’ve had enough. My arms drop from his shoulders, and I try to walk away, but he holds me so tightly that I can’t escape. His fingers grip my waist like a vice.
“I bet you still dream about me. Do you touch yourself and remember what it felt like when I had my hands on your body and my tongue inside you?”
Oh. My. God.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice down so we don’t draw attention. “This is our parents’ wedding.”
He scoffs. “We both know it won’t last.”
“It’s still shitty to try to ruin it.”
Gage surprises me when he shrugs. “They didn’t give a fuck what we thought about this before they decided to get hitched. Why the fuck should we care now?”
