Page 89 of Hate So Deep
I hardly need the sight of his treacherous but fine ass as he brings me to my knees and not in a good way.
Gah.
“If you knew who I was, why bring me up here?” I ask even though I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
When he doesn’t immediately respond, I glance at him sideways, relieved to see he’s got his pants on, but this doesn’t spare me the sight of his glorious chest as he scratches his pec and says, “What? You wanted me to treat you like a dirty littledoll, right? Maybe now, you’ll go back to your Academy dicks and leave this shit alone.”
So…what? This was a pity fuck. Is he for real?
“Thanks for the sacrifice,” I mutter, glaring at the door.
“Oh, it was definitely worth it,” he says before his warmth presses at my back. “Problem is, this ain’t your world, baby and it’s time you left before you do something you can’t take back.”
Which would be what? Is he threatening me?
Biting my lip, I consider his words before whispering, “Being with me is so bad then?”
My heart sinks when there’s a horribly pregnant pause and I glance to the right, meeting his stare in the floor length mirror. His brows flicker before he averts his gaze and says with a lazy grin, “Yeah, we fucked, baby doll but I don’t do seconds.”
“Oh?”
I blink rapidly processing his words. He doesn’t do seconds…
Wow. Dig the knife a little deeper, asshole.
“You should know…” he says, and I drop my head to the door. “Whatever your game, I will never betray him.”
Not even for me…
“Especially not for you,” he says, his eyes meeting mine once more.
They hold an intensity that I don’t understand, and I rub away the infernal ache in my chest as I wrench the door open and say, “Right. Well…”
I don’t look back, and I think I leave the last of my hopeful innocence behind because when I emerge in the living room, I feel dead inside.
Chapter 34
NOW
Lauren
The last place I want to go is inside the house full of party goers but when I protest, Dirk says, “Sh. Cory will get ‘em out.”
He bypasses the front door and rounds the house to the backyard before barging into the shed beyond.
Memories of the first kiss we shared against that shed dance over my vision and I welcome the distraction when Dirk barks, “Find my brother.”
His brother? I didn’t know he had a brother.
How did I not know this?
Oh right, because all we’ve ever done is fight or fuck and at the thought, tears fill my eyes.
I know nothing about this man and, damn it all, I like him.Reallylike him.
How’s that for a kick to the face?
Ugh. Bad choice of words.
