Bitter

“I don’t care.” I try to brush him off as I walk over to the appetizers and pull them out myself.

He follows and helps grab the second tray. “Sounds like you do care,” he snaps back.

I shrug my shoulders. “I didn’t realize she was the socialite type. Your mom must be happy,” I say with a little too much spite in my voice.

He gives it right back. “Oh yeah. She’s over the moon. Katie’s family has been friends with my family for years. They’ve been planning our wedding since I was a child,” he says sarcastically. “You know I’d really hate for my mom to have another son disappoint her with who he chooses to marry.”

I open my eyes wide and shove at his chest. “Fuck you!” I shout as loud as I can without the people outside hearing.

He smirks back. “Pretty aggressive for someone who doesn’t care,” he mocks.

“I don’t care!” I snap back.

He leans closer to me again. “Then why are you so mad?”

“I’m not!” I huff out. “And even if I was mad, I’d have no right to be. We fucked. So what? You’ve continued to tell me it was a mistake. You told me not to do it again, and I didn’t listen. You don’t owe me a fucking thing!” I spit out.

I’m the one to lean closer this time until I’m up in his face. “You don’t have to worry about me, Reed. I know what a pity fuck is.”

His face gets angrier, and I smirk back. “Although, for all of Jake’s faults, he at least could always make me finish.”

The words hit their mark as Reed’s eyes turn black with rage. He sucks in a breath so harshly that it hisses. Then his hand shoots out and yanks my head forward as he smashes his mouth to mine.

I shove at his chest, pushing him away. “What are you doing?” I gasp.

He grabs my arm roughly and turns me around and presses me against the island. His hands dig into my hips as he leans his body up against my back. His mouth moves right next to my ear. “You started this game, Wren,” he spits out angrily. “Not me.”

His hands slide down to the hem of my dress, and then he roughly grabs my thigh and yanks my legs apart. My brain must’ve turned to mush because I don’t stop him as his fingers lightly brush against me on top of my panties. He moves them aside then and slides his finger through.

I gasp and lean my head back against his shoulder. “Reed!” I pant out. “There’s people here!”

He swirls his finger around my clit, and then even angrier than before whispers in my ear, “Don’t play innocent here. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

He presses his finger slightly inside of me, and I gasp again. He bites down on my earlobe. “And don’t lie to me, Wren. We both know he didn’t make you cum.”

He presses his finger all the way inside of me, and I clench around him. I try not to moan out. “Reed! We have to bring the food out now!” I try again.

Instead of listening, he pulls his finger out and pushes back in with two fingers instead. “Well then, you better get your imagination going. I don’t care if it’s my cock or his. Either way, you aren’t leaving this spot until you strangle my fingers.”

“Reed! If someone walks in right now, my reputation would be ruined. This wouldn’t be an option anymore!” I cry.

He moves his fingers in and out faster. “You think I care right now?” he asks angrily. “You think I care about anything besides the way your cunt is squeezing my fingers? Besides the way you are whimpering right now? Besides the way your body is going to come undone when you cum?”

I squeeze my mouth shut to avoid moaning out, and he grips my hip harder while he continues to pump in and out with his other hand. “I don’t.” His voice is cold and dangerous.

He reaches around the front with his other hand and flicks my clit with his finger. It feels like every ounce of my blood pools where his hands are. The rest of my body tingles and buzzes as the blood rushes down there. My muscles begin to tense as my back arches.

I’m so close to the edge. “Reed. Please!” I beg.

He speeds up his fingers more, and then he whispers roughly in my ear, “Cum for me you dirty slut.”

“Oh!” I moan before Reed quickly covers my mouth with his hand as I come undone. I moan against it with a closed mouth as my body convulses around him. My pussy spasms on his fingers while every muscle that was contracted releases in the most euphoric way.

He slowly pulls his hand away from my mouth as I come down. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I turn around to face him. His eyes burn into me as he takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth where he slowly sucks the two fingers that were just inside of me.

“Now we’re even,” he says, just as angry as before.

He reaches into his pants and adjusts himself right in front of me, and then he turns and walks to the sink and washes his hands before grabbing the food tray. “Better not keep them waiting,” he spits out at me as he starts walking toward the party area.

I take a moment to try to calm down. I’m sure my face is flushed. I take a few deep breaths, and then I grab the other tray and follow him out to the party.