Hating You (Blackthorn Elite 1)

“Will you two just go ahead an fuck already?” Warren blurts, completely out of the blue. “The sexual tension is too much to handle. I’m suffocating over here.”

“Ha, I would rather fuck you than ever consider sleeping with Parker,” Willow answers before I can respond. Without even realizing what I do, my grip on her knee tightens. She cries out in pain, slamming her hand down on the table. Half the restaurant turns to see what’s going on, but I drown those people out.

Alice gasps and Warren smirks like a fool, and I feel that inky darkness overtaking me.

“I’d have to be interested in sleeping with you, to begin with, and after your pitiful blow job, I’m not certain you would be worth my time.”

Alice’s eyes grow to the size of saucers. Obviously, she didn’t know what her friend was doing this whole time. Willow turns to me, her lip curled with disdain. I can feel the air around us growing, electrically charged. My fingers burn against her jeans, and I’m tempted to drag her into the bathroom and teach her a fucking lesson.

“If you think you going down on me was much better, you need to re-evaluate your skill set,” Willow snarls, and even through the fog of anger, I can’t help but smirk.

“You sounded like you had a pretty good time, considering you were screaming my name. I’m pretty sure the whole dorm can vouch for me.”

“So, yeah, why haven’t you guys fucked yet?” Warren interrupts, sounding genuinely curious.

Shrugging, I say, “She’s not worth the time it would take me to put a condom on.”

“He’s a lunatic prick who gets off on hurting women, that’s why,” Willow says through clenched teeth. I know a bad situation when I see one, and with both of us angry right now, there is bound to be some type of bloodshed.

Relax. She’s just jealous…don’t murder her here.

My jaw clenches, and I’m seconds away from saying something cruel, when the waitress pops up out of nowhere, to take our drink order.

“Hi, what can I…” As if she can sense the hostility, she pauses mid-sentence, her eyes moving over each of us. She takes a step back, and I look up at her, giving her my fakest smile.

“Water, please, and water for the lady next to me as well.” She nods, and Alice and Warren order their own drinks a couple seconds later. The table falls into silence, and I move my hand up Willow’s leg until it’s resting on her thigh. Her anger is visible, her body vibrating with rage that makes my cock hard. Fuck, I want her anger, her pain, all her tears. I want to fuck her till she bleeds. Till she’s nothing but a whimpering mess.

Maybe that’s exactly what I have to do to show her what happens when she challenges me like this. I have to take. I have to prove a point.

The waitress returns with our drinks a moment later, and we all order. When she disappears from the table, Warren gets out his phone and surfs Facebook while Alice looks wide-eyed between Willow and me. I can only imagine what her mind conjures up, most of it probably spot on.

It doesn’t matter to me if Warren and Alice hear what I have to say next because they already know it’s going to happen.

Leaning into her ear, I brush the silky strands of black hair off her shoulder. “Tonight, you pay the price for this little stunt. I told you not to tempt me. I warned you, and now the beast is going to come out to play. I hope you’re ready, Willow.”

Sitting up a little straighter, she twists in her seat, her nose brushing against mine. To anyone else in the restaurant, it would look like we’re just a couple innocently kissing, but that isn’t the case. We aren’t lovers. We aren’t even friends. We’re just two lost souls looking for something to cling on to.

Coal-black lashes fan against her snowy cheeks. “Make me bleed, and I’ll make you bleed in return. Blood for blood, Parker.” The seduction in her voice zings straight to my cock, and it takes every fiber in my body not to drag her out of that booth and into some dark corner of the restaurant. I want to hurt her, and I want it now. I want to listen to her as she screams my name and begs me to stop. But above all, I just want her.

Twisting away from me, she directs her attention to Alice, and they start a small conversation about classes they like and don’t like. Props to Alice for chatting like she isn’t completely uncomfortable and freaked out. I ignore them both and try to keep my cool, barely swallowing down my food once it arrives.

Dinner continues without a hitch, but all I can think about is getting Willow alone and back to my place. When the bill arrives, I take it and pay. Warren follows me up to the front, and I can practically hear the questions he has simply from the way he’s looking at me.