But I barely heard the last part.
Yes.
I love him so much.
More than I’ll ever love anyone.
She did open her heart, it seemed, but it was only for him.
I straightened, a frost setting in.
“Are you crying?”
I asked. “For him?”
She wouldn’t say the words, she wouldn’t beg me, but it was in her eyes. She was just as much his now as she was back then.
“Fine,” I said, leaning in and taunting her. “Cry for him then and beg me. Beg me to leave him alone, and I will.”
Her jaw flexed, and the blush of anger crossed her face.
“You have a chance to save his life, Banks. All you have to do is beg me. Come on. I want to see it. How far will you go for him?” I bared my teeth, seething. “Beg!”
She cried out, her gloved hand coming across my face.
My head snapped to the side, and the burn of the slap spread to my lips.
My heart fucking leaped.
Again.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic.” I smiled cockily as I turned to face her gain. “His little lap dog, aren’t you? If you’re good, does he allow you the privilege of licking his cock clean after he’s fucked a real woman?”
“Ugh!” She growled, slapping me across the same cheek again.
My neck ached with the sudden blow this time, and I sucked in a breath, absorbing the pain. She was strong.
I dipped my tongue to the corner of my lips, tasting the metallic cut where my teeth had torn the skin.
“You’ll never be more than what you are now.” I dove in, slamming my hands on the wall behind her, bringing us nose to nose. “Something for men to use. That’s all you are. And in fifty years you’ll end up alone never knowing what this feels like.”
I ran my thumb over the drop of blood at the corner of my mouth and wiped it on her cheek.
She snarled, knocking my hand away, but I was fucking high, and I didn’t know if I was pissed off, turned on, or desperate for this confrontation, but I dived in and lost control. My body did the thinking.
I grabbed the back of her neck in one hand and her ass in the other and plastered her body to mine.
“What this feels like,” growled over her lips, pressing my dick—hard and already desperate for her—into her groin.
She whimpered and her body instantly stiffened like she was frightened, but she grabbed my shoulders anyway, her fingers digging into my skin through my shirt.
“And what this feels like,” I whispered, slipping my hand down the back of her jeans and squeezing a handful of her smooth, soft ass in my hand.
She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, but I didn’t miss the way she moved her leg to the outside of mine, opening up her thighs a little more for me and rolling her hips.
I didn’t know if she meant to do it, or maybe she was just like me. Just letting it take us over.
“I’m not begging you for shit,” she said, a tear spilling down her cheek.