I walk toward Allie until her back hits the wall, caging her in. “I don’t care about you. I don’t miss you when you’re not around. I don’t grab my phone to check if you’ve called. You broke me the first time you opened your legs for someone else when you belonged to me, and I’m not fixable, Allie.”
She tries to grab my face, but I snatch her wrists and pin them above her head, holding her against the wall. The movement lines our bodies up, her bare tits against my chest.
My dick doesn’t care.
“I want you to go home. My mom will drive you to the airport tomorrow. Go to my room and pack everything you have there, and I swear to fucking god, Allie, you better not be there when I get home.”
“No,” she croaks. “Don’t. Please, Cole. Don’t do this. I’ll… I’ll do better! I can—” She frees her hands from my grip and lowers to her knees. “Let me make you feel good. Give me a chance to make you fall back in love with me.”
Breathing heavily through my nose, I grit my teeth as she hurriedly unbuttons my pants and yanks my soft, disinterested cock out and wraps her fingers around it.
Not a single twitch as I try to pull back, but she digs her nails into my thighs and forces her mouth on me. The snatch I have on her hair makes her cry out around my flaccid dick, and pauses, looking up at me through her lashes. “Please,” she mumbles around the soft muscle.
She’s sucking, trying to swallow me, but nothing happens. My body doesn’t even betray me the way it has in the past.
I sneer, pulling away from her so my cock is free of her mouth. “Give up, Allie. We’re done.” I toss the short dress at her. “We’re just going to drag on the inevitable. If you keep running back to your professor, then why don’t you just be with him?”
She sniffles as she slides the dress back on. I sit against the dresser, crossing my ankles while I refasten my pants.
“He’s married,” she says, hugging herself. “I only went to him because he gave me attention and was helping me with coursework. I never had any intentions of becoming physical with him.”
I nod a few times. “Which professor is it?”
The door opens, and she pauses her reply as Blaise walks in, his hand securely around Mia’s. “I don’t think your girl is supposed to cry after you fuck her,” Blaise says to me, tipping his head, drunk as fuck. “Our wonderful parents decided to rent a second cabin so they can have privacy. I’m not sleeping in their bed.”
Mia rushes to Allie. “What’s wrong?”
She breaks down into a string of forced sobs. Huffing, I run my hand through my hair while Mia comforts her, and Blaise follows me out of the room as I go to the kitchen.
“What did you do?”
I turn around, nearly causing him to crash into me. “Stop talking to me. Stop doing all this fucking shit.” Grabbing his jaw, I seethe. “And don’t you ever do that to me again.”
“Do what?” He smirks. “Make you feel good?”
My fist is flying before I can stop it, my knuckles smashing into his cheek so hard, my wrist aches and Blaise hits the ground.
For once, he doesn’t fight me back. He’s sitting on the ground at my feet, scowling up at me, his cheek red and slowly swelling.
Chest tight, my heart races, and I want to kick him in the face, to grab his hair and drive my knee into his nose and tell him never to come near me again, to stop ruining my fucking life.
“I’m not weak,” I say through gritted teeth. My nostrils flare at his silence, the building rage behind his eyes. “And put a leash on Mia.”
He frowns at my change in subject, getting to his feet. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Just to be a dick, because he’s pushed far too many buttons, I say, “She’s randomly started approaching me as if we have something. I can assure you that I’ve never laid a fucking finger on your girl, but if she comes looking for my cock once more, I’ll give it to her.”
Allie is crying herself to sleep in the other bedroom. Cole went outside to clear his head after he informed me of my girlfriend’s sexual advances. I’m not even surprised. I’ve seen how she looks at him when she thinks I’m not aware, but she fails to realize that I miss nothing. Maybe that’s why I keep her around. At least I know where she is when she’s riding my dick.
“Allie is upset, Blaise.” Mia reaches for my hand. “I can’t let her sleep alone tonight.”
I look at our interlaced fingers, stroking my thumb over her pale wrist. It’s such a gentle move, sweet almost.
How fucking ironic.
I snatch her wrist, making her suck in a surprised breath. The move is sudden and unexpected. That’s the thing about Cole. He brings out the darkness in me. Now, that poison is bleeding all over the girl I’ve pretended to care about for far too fucking long. I won’t hesitate to snap her neck if she touches him again. I’m nothing but a cold-hearted, unfeeling, and uncaring monster. The truth is there in her eyes. I scare her.
“Blaise?” she asks, nervous.
