She doesn’t look at me, just heads for the fridge. I grab her upper arm and spin her around. She backs up, frightened, and trapped when her backside hits the sink.
Her arms cross and she says in a small voice, “I’m getting experience, remember? Then I won’t beboringin bed.”
I blink.
Shit.
“So the plan now is to be a whore? That it? Of course. You opened your legs for me in a second.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, a fire burning behind them. She thumps her palms against my chest, but this time, I don’t budge.
She snarls, “Fuck you, Grayson! You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. You used me. And now you call me a whore!”
She grabs the nearest thing, a bowl of chips, andthrows it at my face.
Big mistake. I block it. Chips scatter everywhere. I got my hand noosed around her neck, not choking, but God, she’s begging me to.
She’s furious. Face red, hair wet, trembling.
And it’s absolutely killing me. Damn, when she shakes like that... my cock fucking jumps.
Her lip curls, her anger inching higher. “I’m gonna blow all these guys and get good at it, and you won’t get any. So there!”
No fucking way she just said that.
She ducks to sneak past, but I won’t have it and cage her in.
I can’t even think. All I can see is her lips on someone else. Her body under someone else.
No.
No.
Fuck this!
I yank her by the arm and drag her dumbass to my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
Lock it. Twist it hard.
She flinches.
I untie my swim trunks, yanking them halfway down.
“You want a cock in your mouth so goddamn bad? Fine.”
Her eyes go wide, caught off guard.
I shove her down to her knees.
For a second—
She fuckingsmiles.
A flash of something on her face. A thrill, defiance, I don’t know.
“You really are a whore,” I mutter, grabbing her jaw.
And I press forward, forcing myself into her mouth.
