I shake my head no. I don't want to give him the satisfaction.
All of a sudden, his fist wraps in my hair and he throws me on the bed. I land on the cushions, sprawled out and at my bully's mercy. Our eyes meet. He wants me. I want him. And yet we're still playing games, pushing one another.
"Are you really mine?" he wonders out loud. "Or do you still think about the other boys?"
I don't answer, hitting back where it hurts instead. "Are you mine? Or are you still Lily Anna's?"
Dex's mouth forms a thin line, his jaw setting. "She's gone."
"Is she really?" I whisper. "Sometimes it feels like she's right here..."
I watch Dex's hard cock twitch with annoyance, and the next second, he's on the bed, pressed up against me. "You going to keep talking back, toy? Do I need to teach you manners all over again?"
"Maybe," I spit out.
"Fine." He reaches over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "I can do that."
My eyes light up, but then I notice the scrap of fabric in the drawer. Before Dex can stop me, I reach for it, pulling out a pair of panties. "What's this?"
"It's..." His expression falls, then hardens. "It's nothing."
"They're panties, Dex." I throw them at him, scrambling to get away, but he holds me down. He pins my hands above my head and straddles me. "Get the fuck off me."
"Why? You know I've been with others before."
"How long ago, Dex?" I hiss. "While you've been with me?"
"You're jealous," he smirks. "It's cute."
"I know there's shit you aren't telling me," I snarl.
"So?" He shrugs. "Every man has his secrets."
"Why did Anders quit?" I demand. "W
hy don't you have any help?"
"I can't afford it," he grits out. "Because of you. Fucking remember?"
"It was before that." I shake my head, and this time when I fight him off, he lets me. I'm almost disappointed. "You're hiding something."
I walk away from him, down the hallway. Dex follows.
"Can you fucking stop for a second?" he demands.
"No!" I turn to face him. "You're hiding important things from me."
He doesn't deny it. "You don't want to know everything, fucking trust me."
"I deserve to," I argue. "So here's your chance, Dex. Tell me the truth, or lose me forever."
He hesitates. An excruciatingly long minute passes.
"You know what?" I hiss. "Fine. I'm leaving. Keep your secrets."
"Where the fuck are you going to go?"
"Not your problem." I pull out the phone he gave me and make a call. He unlocked it for me days ago, but I can’t make cross-country calls yet. "Hey, it's me. Can I stay with you for a while? Okay. Yeah. Thanks."