“They won’t.”
“What if they do?”
“What if they do, Silver? What if they fucking do?” He thrusts inside me in one long go that tears a moan out of my throat. “That won’t change the fact that I fuck you and sleep with you every night. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”
A shudder grips me in its clutches as he owns me in every sense of the word. Lately, it feels as if he’s not only fucking my body, but he’s also screwing my heart and soul.
He’s owning
every part of me whether I like it or not.
At first, I thought this would be a fling and would soon end. I thought I’d get bored, tired, or maybe everything would fizzle out.
But it’s been months, whole damn months, and it’s only been fizzling up — not out.
What was I thinking? This is Cole. He’s owned a part of my soul ever since that day in this very park.
He’s always had me. One twisted way or another.
As we fall apart together, the realisation hits me like a thunderstorm. The feelings I have for him were never temporary and they never will be.
None of this will be temporary.
It’s all wishful thinking.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck. “You’re messing me up, Silver. Why can’t I stop thinking about you for even a second?”
“They’re not real.”
“What isn’t real?”
“The feelings. Everything. They only exist because we can’t be together.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He lifts his head from my neck, watching me with disapproval. With anger.
I shove him away, and thankfully, he doesn’t protest as he pulls out of me, his cum dripping between my thighs.
Retrieving a tissue, I clean up, not wanting to meet his imploring gaze. “Take me to Mum.”
If I spend the night with her, surely I’ll clear my head and come up with a better plan for the future.
One that doesn’t destroy both our families.
Because at this pace, we’re heading straight to a cliff where both of us will fall.
Cole’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t say a word as he tucks himself in, gets out, and takes the driver’s seat.
I remain at the back, pretending to stare out the window, when I’m actually stealing looks at him.
Once we’re in the car park, he throws me a Snickers bar through the window, his face blank. “I bought it earlier. It’s melting.”
My heart warms. Cole doesn’t eat Snickers, or chocolate in general, but he always buys them for me. “Thanks.”
“I’m done playing your games, Silver. This is the last time you run from me.”
“What do you expect me to do?”
“I expect you to be with me because you want to, not run away because you can’t admit it to yourself.”