“I do not.” My words fracture at the end and I hate him.
I hate him so much.
“I have Aiden,” I challenge and then immediately regret it when the green of his eyes darkens to a frightening bottomless colour.
“Fuck him.”
“I-I hate you.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.”
“You hate me.”
“I still don’t find the reason why that should get in the way.”
“Our parents are married.”
“So what?”
“We’re siblings to everyone!” I cry out, no idea if it’s at myself or him, because the closer he gets, the more I’m frozen in place.
One, I don’t want to run away like a coward, but also, I don’t want to move.
Ever.
He stops a small distance away and stares down at me. “So fucking what?”
My vision blurs as I peek up at him with the last pleading look I can manage. “W-we can’t do this.”
“And yet, you want to.”
“W-what?”
His voice drops. “I can smell your arousal, Butterfly.”
Before I can protest, he flips me over so my cheek and front are glued to the smooth surface of the table. His hand wraps around my nape, caging me in place.
“Cole, we can’t.”
“And yet, we will.” The finality of his words hit me.
We will.
The fact he’s taking it from me gives me some sort of peace.
I didn’t choose this.
I’m not ruining my principles.
He is.
He’s the one destroying every belief I had. It’s all his fault, not mine.
My heart skyrockets as he yanks up the tulle of my dress and bunches it around my waist. Cold air bathes my skin as he pulls down my underwear, letting it pool at my feet.
“Look at your cunt all soaked and ready for me,” he rasps as I hear the sound of his belt.
“It’s not.” I breathe against the wood, forming condensation on it.