Sinister Love (Dark Intentions Duet 2)

Her mouth drops open as I walk past her. I could strangle her. She fucking lied to me. Lied. I sent Barbie away for what? Because I love both of them, and because of the baby, I knew the only right thing to do at the time was to protect Livia.

She pushes me backward until I land on the couch. Then she pushes me again as I try to get back up. My hands clench at my sides, so I don’t do anything stupid. My breathing is deep, as I try to calm myself down. Livia’s legs go either side of me, and she climbs on my lap. Her hands thread through my hair then she pulls it hard, backward until my neck is exposed, and I can no longer see her face. I feel Livia’s hand unzipping me, and then her warm fingers are on my cock, pulling it out. I attempt to move, to push her off me, but she just smiles and pulls my hair back again and lifting slightly. Her hand connects us. I can feel her at my tip and I know she’s about to fuck me, and I’m not going to say no. Even if I fucking want to.

“Tell me you love me, Ryken.” She moves as she slides down on me. My cock is hard and glides in and out of her easily. She kisses my neck, her lips sliding up and down. “Tell me, Ryken.” She stops, not moving, her lips staying in the same spot on my neck. She’s doing it on purpose.

“Move or get off of me, Livia.” She doesn’t expect that response. Livia wants those words from my lips, but I can’t give them to her with the way she is right now. She’s being a fucking bitch. She pulls herself off and sits next to me, pulling her dress down.

“You fucking love her, don’t you? I can’t believe this… you really fucking do. Tell me, Ryken? How fucking long have you loved her for?”

I should keep my mouth shut, I shouldn’t say a word. But as I tuck my cock back into my jeans, I tell her honestly, “Since the first fucking time I saw her.”

An audible gasp leaves her lips. She’s quiet for a short time. So I turn to look at her and her eyes are downcast.

“How long have you loved me for?”

That’s a tougher question. I don’t really know the answer, she kind of snuck in on me.

“You don’t know, do you? Was it that night? At the party, when I brought you into my house?”

Laughter erupts from my mouth, though I don’t mean to. “No. No, it wasn’t.”

“It was after?” she asks.

“Well after.”

Livia’s head drops to her legs, and I hear her cry. I go to touch her, but decide it’s best I don’t. She wanted the truth, so I gave it to her. It feels better to have told her. Just haven’t told her the rest yet. There’s a time and place for that, and this isn’t the time nor the place.

“I’m going to get her, Livia. She doesn’t deserve to be where she is. It’s because she followed me she’s there, and now it’s because you’re a lying bitch.”

She sobs louder, then sits up, mascara painting her cheeks.

“If you go after her, I don’t want to fucking see your face ever again.”

Standing at her words, I nod my head to which her eyes go wide. “You don’t give me ultimatums, Livia. That’s not how this relationship works. You do not rule me. I am my own fucking boss.” Turning, I walk out of the room, and her cries grow louder, but that doesn’t stop me. I have to get my shit and go. We’re due to arrive tomorrow afternoon. I have to make my plans in preparation for it. To go to the den of a lion without a tiger would be the stupidest thing I could do. Lucky for me, I am the fucking tiger, and I will get my tigress back.

Bam!

That’s the only sound I hear when something very fucking hard and sharp hits the back of my head. Immediately, I reach around, and my fingers touch the spot. I can feel the warmth and wetness of blood. Turning around, Livia’s in the same spot I left her and is watching me with a sinister smile on her face.

“He chose me. Your father chose me. Did you know that? He told me he chose me. So no, you don’t get to love her or have her. I will let you save her, Ryken. But that’s it. That’s fucking it. The minute you have her back, you will be leaving her.”

My hand drops from my head, and all I can see is blood on my hands. The little fucking bitch.

She steps closer to me. It takes everything in me to not clock her one, right in the face, right now. Then she does it, her hand slaps my face, and she smiles as she does it.