He follows closely, his cock pulsing inside of me as I continue to milk him.
His shoulders turn slack as he leans back, searching my eyes. “I’m flattered you hate me that much.” I roll my eyes and push away from him. He lets me go, and I try to hide my disappointment. Do I want him to chase me? Possibly. I have too much pride to accept him just letting me walk away, but I also know this is Bishop. It’s obvious just how unattainable he is, and him gracing me with his presence is what I should be happy with. I scoff inwardly. Fuck that.
“Hey.” His hand catches mine just as I get out of the lake and back onto the rock. I look at him over my shoulder, and he stills. His eyes settle on my back. “Shit.”
I look over my shoulder. “Those will heal.” I shrug, stepping off the rock and walking away from him, opting for the short trek back through the tree line of the lake to get back to the girls instead of swimming back. “My feelings, on the other hand…,” I whisper angrily under my breath. My feelings shouldn’t even be in the equation. I know this, but he doesn’t. He’s made it crystal clear he doesn’t want more, so I should just walk away now before I get hurt—or break.
“Madison!” he yells, jogging up to me. I ignore him, carrying on my walk. Am I being ridiculous? Yes. Do I care? No.
“Hey!” He tugs on my hand, spinning me around to face him. “What’s wrong?” His eyebrows draw in. He looks genuinely confused.
I shake my head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Then I turn around again and start walking back toward the girls.
He tugs on my hand again, only this time I fall against his chest. He looks down at me, making me feel small with a simple glare. “What. The. Fuck. Is your problem, kitty?”
I exhale. “It’s nothing. I guess I always knew you hated me, but I didn’t know the severity of it.”
He tilts his head. “So why are you sulking, then?”
I push at his chest, but his hand comes up and catches my wrist. “Stop the fucking bullshit, kitty. Tell me what’s wrong!”
“Why do you hate me so much?” I blurt out. “Why? Why did you say you hate what I am and who I am—as if you’ve known me forever?”
His jaw tics, but his grip doesn’t loosen. “Maybe I fucking have. Ever thought about that?”
I pause, slamming my mouth shut. “What do you mean?” I ask after a moment.
He pushes me this time. “Maybe I’ve known who you are for some time.” He starts walking back toward the mouth of the lake.
I run up to him, falling into step behind him. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you should just stay away.”
“No.”
“What?” He spins around to face me. “What do you mean no?”
“I won’t stay away from you just because you said so!” I retort. “Tell me!”
He steps up to me, his eyes cold, his jaw stone, and his lip slightly curled. “You don’t know anything.”
“So fucking tell me!” I shout at him, searching his eyes and ignoring the shiver of goose bumps that have spiked over my skin. “God, Bishop,” I whisper in defeat. “Be honest with me.”
Silence. I look back at his face, catching him watching me closely. “You’re not ready. But I will tell you this…” He pauses, licking his bottom lip. “Not everything is as it seems. We—The Kings—don’t play games for shits and giggles. There’s a reason why we do what we do when we have to, and trust me, kitty. You’re lucky you made it out with your life intact—for now.”
“What?” I whisper in shock. I told him to be honest, but now he has given me even more questions to ask.
“As much as it looks like we’re trying to hurt you…” He pauses again. “As much as we have hurt you, it’s all for your own good.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I rake my hair out of my face, my breath quickening. “Bishop, that’s just giving me more questions.”
“Do you trust me?”
Instant. “No.”
He gives me one of his panty-melting smirks. “Good. Do you trust Nate?”
Hesitation. “N—no.”
“Your judgment isn’t as shit as you think, then.” He steps up to me, gripping my fingers with his and pulling me into his body. “Believe it or not, though, we’re doing this for your own good, and it could quite possibly put us in danger too.”
I rub my temples. “You’re giving me a headache,” I murmur into his warm, hard chest.
“Well then, we’re even, ’cause I have something else that’s aching.”
I shove him, a small smile pulling on my lips. “So you hate me that much, huh?” I ask playfully, as we walk back toward everyone.