So I did, again and again and again, working my way down to his stomach and unclothing him, and then he rolled us again with effortless strength. He positioned himself at my entrance, eyes locked on mine as he slid into me in one hard thrust.
Cole held me so tight, I could hardly breathe, our bodies intertwined as he thrust into me with a desperation that bordered on violence. He wrapped both arms around me, clutching at me as I did the same to him, as if by pressing our bodies together, we could ease the pain of what he was doing.
I scratched down his back, drawing blood, needing to mark him.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned. “Hurt me, sparrow. Make me feel something other than—” He cut himself off, gripping me so hard, I knew bruises would bloom by morning. “You’re mine. Fucking mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped, even though I could never be, even though I wanted it more than anything else in the world. “So fucking yours.”
“Eva Eva Eva,” he chanted, my name like a prayer on his lips, and then he adjusted our positions so he could reach between us.
He pinched my nipple hard, making me buck my hips against him, and chuckled breathlessly. “Such a pretty little slut for pain,” he said, then slid his hand downward so he could circle my clit. “When this is done, when you’re safe, I’m going to take you in closets between classes, put you on your knees for me in the library, and never fucking let you forget who you belong to.”
The naked possession—the barely concealed desperation in his voice—sent me over the edge, and I came with a sharp cry, pleasure and grief tangled so tightly, I couldn’t tell them apart.
“Oh fuck, princess, so fucking tight, so fucking good for me,” he moaned. “Squeezing me as you come, like you’re never going to let me go.”
“I won’t,” I promised as he came inside me, crying out my name, and then collapsed, rolling to his side and taking me with him.
“Don’t cry,” he said softly, his voice hoarse. He brushed a finger over my cheek, and I was surprised to see the evidence of tears on it. “Please.”
We lay there for long moments before he slid out of bedand grabbed a towel to clean me up with. He interspersed gentle strokes with soft kisses on my thighs before standing.
We dressed in silence, and when I would have pulled on my sweatshirt, he frowned, taking his own sweatshirt out of his bag and sliding it over my head. I pressed the collar to my nose, inhaling his spicy cologne, to his amusement.
“I have to go,” he said finally and then put back on that mask of cocky arrogance that was so hot and so frustrating at the same time.
He opened the door and padded over to Tristan’s. I wanted to eavesdrop, but I busied myself with my phone instead. A minute later, they were both back in Cole’s room with me.
Haruto and Rami stuck their heads in a moment later, took in the packed bags, and silently helped Cole bring them down the SUV waiting downstairs.
We filled the car in silence, and then it was time for him to go.
Rami leaned back against the car, blocking Cole’s path. “This is bullshit,” he said. “Don’t think we don’t realize what you’re doing.”
My eyes flew to his. We hadn’t told him the whole story. We hadn’t told anyone the whole story, but Rami and Haruto seemed to have put it together since their offhand comments about blackmail the other night.
“Then help me do it,” Cole snarled, his mask of arrogance sliding back into place as armor against the devastation of what he was doing. “It’s the only way.”
“The only way to what?” Rami snarled right back. “Prove you’re as fucked up as your father?”
Cole’s smile was all teeth and no warmth. “I’m taking that fucker down, no matter what it costs me.”
Tristan yanked him into his embrace, their kiss sobrutal, so filled with emotion, that I couldn’t watch. “You better fucking come back to me,” Tristan growled.
Cole’s hand slid up to Tristan’s nape, and they leaned their foreheads together in a long, silent acknowledgment.
“This sucks.” Tristan’s voice cracked.
“It’s the only way.”
Cole pulled away and slid into the driver’s seat without another word.
His taillights disappeared into the dark, and Haruto’s hand fell onto my shoulder.
“He’ll be okay,” Haruto murmured.
But we both knew he was lying.
