Page 8 of Unbound
I’ve backed her into her bedroom and she knows it. This is the last place she wants to be, with me, right now.
She gasps, searching for me inside my hollow eyes. She won’t find me, not the boy she once loved, or could still love. He’s long gone.
My hands shake when I bring them to cover her cheeks, unstable eyes lost in hers. “Tell me that you don’t love me anymore.” My glare burns through the façade I’d put up that I don’t care. I do care. “Fucking say it,” I growl.
“After everything you’ve put me through… Idon’tlove you,” she spits back, and my stomach drops, burning acid churning.
She doesn’t believe it yet.
“You’re lying.” Reaching between our hips, I take a hold of the edge of her panties with my right hand and yank hard. The fabric rips instantly and I toss it aside carelessly like she did with my heart years ago.
She shakes her head. “Not like this.”
My voice splits the silence, cogent and conclusive. “This isexactlyhow it should be. You wanted to be a fuckin’ whore. I’ll treat you like one.”
It’s wrong, and I know by doing this I’m destroying anything we might have in the future. That’swhyI’m here. This is what I need. I want her to hate me before I leave so I don’t come back. I’ll have no reason to. It’s theonlyway.
Gripping her waist, the curve, the place on her body meant for my hands, I pull her in.
She’s meant for me.
Only me.
Like it or not, this girl, this broken, depressed girl I’ve created belongs to me. Her heart knows it and my touch won’t let her forget.
“You should leave.” She’s begging, staring at me with pleading eyes, but her hands never fall away. She can’t quite convince her heart to believe anything she’s saying to me. Her hands are on my chest, ready and able to push, but they don’t. She can’t make them act on it. My body towers over hers. I want more. I want to fuck her, to use her, and she knows it.
Shaking hands guide her to the bed, my rapidly beating heart steady against hers, the mattress dipping with our weight. “I’m not leaving until you truly hate me.”
What she doesn’t see is I can’t leave until that happens. I’m physically incapable of it and I know the only way to make it happen is to fuck her.
Kicking off my shoes, I kiss her chest, her neck, shoulders. Her demands that I let her go fall away with the willing parting of her legs.
Maybe she’s giving in, once more, again, always, even when she knows I’m a sinking ship, destined to never let her up for air.
Sophie tries to shove my hands away when I go for her shirt, but she’s not strong enough or isn’t insistent enough. Instead, I place my hand between her breasts and shove her back down onto the bed, not hard, but enough to let her know I’m serious.
Gripping her hips, my weight presses, guiding her thighs apart by pushing myself against her. Through my jeans, she can feel what I want most—her. I roll my hips into hers, once, twice. I need more. She feels so fucking good I groan into the heated skin of her neck.
Sophie’s lips part, her face turning away from mine, back arching, curling fingers into white sheets. By the soft moan falling from her lips, she wants it. No more fighting, now she’s holding onto me, bending her knees to squeeze me, begging me closer.
I let go for a moment to pull my shirt off. Peering down at her, my movements to remove my clothes are agitated. Her eyes travel to my belt where I’m working on getting my jeans undone. She wants to stop me. I see it, but she still doesn’t.
Her hands move to my chest, pushing back. “We shouldn’t do this right now. You fucked my best friend and you’re upset.”
Upset?
That’s an understatement of a lifetime and I blow off the comment about fucking her best friend. It’s like I don’t even hear that part.
“Shut up. You know you want it.” I hate myself for talking to her like this. If anyone ever talked to her like this, I’d lay the motherfucker out. But here I am, treating her like this when she’s the last person who may have an ounce of love for me. It’s what I do. Destroy everything that was once pure.
Placing my hand on her chest once again, I push her back. She isn’t running this fucking shit tonight. I am. I’m fucking her until she knows no one willevercompare to me. “Stop fighting me.”
I’m too consumed. I just get my jeans to my knees and plunge inside her in my next movement. She doesn’t try to stop me when I get my jeans down and the remainder of what’s between us is now gone.
I fuck her without consideration.
I fuck her with greed.
