Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“Good night, Victoria.”

She sucks in a breath, and despite how exhausted she is, I know she isn’t going to be able to sleep a wink. I wish I had the same problem. I would love to remember every second of holding her tonight. I want to remember every curve, every smell, every sound. I want to hear her restlessness at the fact that I’m so close to her. I want to hear her gasp when my hand accidentally brushes against her breast. I want to know when she regrets ever undressing in front of me.

But I can’t. I won’t be able to stay awake. I know my body too well. I know that the second it realizes it doesn’t get to fuck her, I’ll be out, and I’ll miss all the moments I’m desperate to remember.

7

Victoria

Damn it.

How stupid could I be to think I could win a fight with Carter Woods?

He’s had years of practice in winning fights while I’ve just barely started learning how to fight back. And, now, I’m more exhausted than ever before. I’m not sure I slept more than an hour or two all night. Either his arms or his legs were wrapped tightly around me, even when he was fast asleep. His cock pushed hard against me, driving me mad. I’ve fucked plenty of men, but I’ve rarely slept all night in the bed with them. I’m used to sleeping on my own, and Carter made it impossible for me to sleep.

I didn’t think he would have the strength to resist me, not when I was naked in his bed. I’m not sure if I would have actually let him fuck me or just taunted him to prove my point.

But it doesn’t matter now. He’s proven yet again that he can win any game. I just have to learn to win when he doesn’t realize we are playing the game.

“Sleep well, Victoria?” he asks, stretching after getting a full night’s sleep, releasing me for the first time all night.

I don’t know whether to hate or love that his arms are no longer wrapped around me.

I give him a dirty look because I know he will know if I’m lying to him.

He smirks as his eyes drop down to my breasts. There’s a gleam there I’ve found in his usual stare when he looks at me.

I don’t cover my body. I let him see what he missed. I gave him plenty of chances to apologize. To have sex with me. Now, he needs to know how much of a mistake not fucking me was.

“I’m going to shower,” I say, walking to the door so that he can stare at my ass.

“Don’t use all the hot water!” he shouts when I open the door and walk out.

I sigh. I don’t know what it’s going to take to break him. I threw myself at him, naked, and he still didn’t take the bait. He’s winning, and I’m not sure how to stop him.

“Please put some clothes on, sis,” Logan says as he walks down the hallway, shielding his eyes.

I grab a towel from the bathroom and cover up. “Sorry, I forgot you were here.”

His eyes look at me and then the door to the guest bedroom that I left open. “Wait,” he says, looking back and forth again. “You and Carter?” He looks to the bedroom door. “I’m going to kill him.”

Logan starts storming down the hallway to give Carter a piece of his mind.

I bite my lip. I should say something. Let him know that Carter didn’t fuck me. He just slept with me naked in his bed while he tortured me with his unrelenting touch and hotness. I might not be able to win against Carter, but at least Logan can chew him out.

I step into the office with a fake smile on my face when I realize that Carter is already here. I don’t know how he got here so fast since I occupied the only bathroom until the last possible second before I needed to leave to get here on time. But, somehow, he looks clean and completely put together, as he always does.

“Good morning, Lily,” I say, ignoring Carter.

He stares me down as I enter.

“Good morning,” Lily says, seeming relaxed, which is good since she has the television interview this evening.

Her phone buzzes, and she answers.

I turn my attention to Carter. “You look surprisingly clean and well dressed for someone who didn’t have access to a bathroom this morning.”

He leans back in his chair while I take a seat next to him.