I freeze instantly near the open side door, and there she is.
Pressed against the warehouse wall with some guy's mouth on her neck while her fingers fist in his shirt.
Drunk. Emotional. Trying way too hard to pretend she’s okay.
Rage floods my veins as my hands curl into fists.
The guy's hands are touching her everywhere. I watch with heavy breath as he lifts her by the thighs and sinks inside her.
I swallow thickly as her eyes flutter and her mouth parts slightly but then she sees me.
Right over his shoulder.
Those blue eyes lock onto mine while another fake little moan leaves her mouth.
Challenge. Punishment. Pain. All wrapped together.
My jaw clenches so hard it hurts.
Fine.
If she wants a war?
I’ll give her fucking a war.
Hayden
“Crawling-Linkin Park”
I grab Rosie’s hand tighter and yank her towards my bike without another word. She spends the entire ride back to my apartment with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist and her mouth pressed against my neck every time we stop at a light.
I should feel something. She’s pretty. Easy and warm against my back, but all I can fucking see is Ophelia against that warehouse wall moaning for another guy while staring directly at me. Like she wanted to hurt me on purpose.
Spoiler alert… mission accomplished.
By the time we stumble into my apartment, I’m running on jealousy and rage disguised as adrenaline.
Rosie kisses me before the door even shuts.
Aggressive. Needy. Her hands already tugging at my hoodie.
“You’re intense tonight.” She laughs breathlessly.
If only she knew. But for a little while… I pretend.
Pretending that this girl touching me is enough. Pretending I don’t still taste Firefly every time I close my eyes. Pretending I don’t wanna put my fist through the wall thinking about some random asshole’s dick inside my girl.
So I grab her by the hips and slam her against the counter. She mistakes my roughness for passion.
It isn’t.
It’s fury.
Then I spin her around and press her face into the sink. I grab the bottom of her dress, yanking it up over her hips and ripping the red thong hiding between her cheeks.
“You wet for me, Rosebud?” I growl, and she giggles.
“Drenched,” she purrs as I take my dick out and rub my head against her soaked entrance.
