Lie (Betrothed 8)
I moved around the other way, meeting her before she could get inside. I placed my palm against the door so she couldn’t open it. “You just soaked my boxers and called me babe. Cut the shit, and let’s go. You’re the tease here.”
“I am?” she has incredulously. “Am I the one showing up everywhere, trying to seduce you?”
“I wish you were. I suspect you’d be good at it.”
She raised her palm and slapped me.
I could’ve stopped the hit, but I didn’t want to. “You know I like it when you do that, right?”
She growled and tried to yank the door open.
My palm remained flat against the door so she couldn’t move it at all.
She let out a quiet scream and threw her arms down. “Just let me go.”
“So you can go home and finish yourself off while thinking about me?” If she was gonna think about me and come, then I was gonna watch it happen, watch her and come myself.
“What I do at home with my vibrator is none of your business.”
“It is my business when you should be using my dick instead.”
She was affronted by what I said, unable to believe I spoke to her like that. “I’m tired of playing this game. I told you I don’t want to see you, and I stand by that decision. You manipulate me to get the answer you want, make me do something I don’t want to do—”
A deep chuckle escaped my throat. “I’m definitely not making you do anything you don’t wanna do.”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.” She shoved her forefinger into my chest. “You’re playing on my emotions and seducing me into bed, but I want to be loyal to my brother. That’s the kind of person I want to be. Yes, we are so fucking hot together, and I’d rather bounce on your dick tonight than be alone, but I know where my allegiance lies. Don’t make me be the person I despise.”
The emotion in her voice actually got under my skin a little bit. “Fucking me doesn’t make you any less loyal.”
“I disagree. Now take your ape-size hand off the fucking door and let me go.”
I kept my palm there, too determined to let her walk away. All I had to do was stroll into a bar and find somebody to replace her, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted this woman more than any other woman on this planet. Maybe it was just because I couldn’t have her. Maybe it was a subconscious dig at Damien. Or maybe it was because I truly, deeply wanted this one woman.
“If I see you again, I’ll tell Damien. Everything.” Confidence was in her gaze, as if it wasn’t an idle threat, just a final warning. She was a spontaneous and emotional person, so she ignited when she had my mouth on hers, but once that physical embrace was gone, she was cold like a warlord. She was prepared to destroy me like she had no other choice.
“Do you think I’m scared of him?” Fucker was under my thumb, my little bitch. I collected my money on a regular basis, taking his hard-earned cash his men risked their lives for. I made him suffer for so many reasons, just because I was petty.
“If he knew you were coming after me, then yes. You should be fucking scared.” She pulled on the door again, and this time, it opened because I backed off. She threw her purse into the passenger seat and gave me one final stare. “Thanks for the dick.” She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into her, planting one final hot kiss on my lips. Then she pressed her palm into my chest and forced me off before she got into the car and drove away.
After I watched her taillights disappear, I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. I actually felt devastated at the loss, like I’d lost something really special. The shit that came out of her mouth turned me on like crazy. She took what she wanted like she couldn’t live without it, and then threw it away a moment later like it meant nothing. So hot. “Fuck.”
Four
Catalina
“How are things with you guys?” I sat across from Anna at the café. We’d just finished our salads and soups, and now we enjoyed our Americanos and biscotti. I probably shouldn’t eat something so sweet, but I hadn’t been in the mood to really care about being meticulous with my calories lately, so I placed it into my mouth and took a big bite.
Damn, that was good.
Anna had a noticeable glow to her, an infectious smile that showed how happy she was now that the worst was over. She was in a strappy summer dress with a jean jacket, her brown hair hanging down her chest. “So good. We’re happy.”