“That’s what I said.No.”
She grits her teeth, but her legs clench around my thigh. She can hate me all she wants; it turns her on when I piss her off.
“Don’t you have some sleazy cupid to get back to?” Venom and jealousy lace her tone. “Mandi, I think her name is.”
I reach up and rub my thumb over her lip, peeling her mouth open. “There you go again with that bratty little tongue of yours.”
“You’re an asshole.” She turns her head.
I dip my mouth by her ear. “You like it.”
“You’re sick.”
“Yep.”
“Violent.”
“Mm-hmm.” I release her wrist and wrap my hand around her throat to pin her to the wall, forcing her to face me. “And you’re the dirty fucking girl who loves that about me.”
“I don’t.”
But her breath hitches when I drag my other hand down her side, over her hip, teasing the line of her short dress.
“You sure about that?”
“I’m your brother’s girlfriend.” This threat is nearly a whisper. The last weapon in her arsenal, even if she knows it won’t make an impact.
“I appreciate the reminder.” I shove my knee forward, which draws her thighs further apart, the heat of her pussy making my dick rock hard. “You seem to have forgotten how much I enjoy taking what’s his.”
20
Echo
I tip my headback and look Crew in his evil eyes. “You’re obscene.”
The sick thoughts no doubt running through his head are clear in his wicked expression. But what’s sicker is I don’t mind it.
I want it.
Ineedit.
I feed on the way my morals break for him.
“Only because I know you like it.” He dips down and brushes his lips over my jaw, pressing his leg harder between my own, and I have to fight every urge to not grind against him.
“How veryniceof you,” I tease. “Don’t tell me you’re going to be sweet with me now, Crew. That wasn’t why I asked you to be the first man to fuck me.”
“First, huh?” His pupils blow wide with his gritted tone, and his fingers grip my throat tighter, blurring my vision.
I’m pushing him on purpose. I love the feel of his flames. How one touch of his palms on my skin sets my entire body ablaze.
Deny it all I want, I’m desperate to do this twisted dance with him.
I knew Crew would be here tonight, which is why I wore this ridiculous dress and thigh-high stiletto boots. I wanted to prove that he isn’t the only one in control and that I can fuck with him just like he does to me—walking in tonight in his pale blue jeans and dark gray band tee. Always casual, and ridiculously hot.
I was tempted to break the silent treatment I’d been giving him for the past week, until Mandi walked over to him in her skimpy Cupid outfit and started pawing at his arm.
Then all I saw was the hate, and I was desperate to inflict that same pain.
