THEO
Kiss her.
My body screams at me to move, to take her, claim her. To sate the burning need within me. To fucking consume her and ruin her for any other motherfucker.
But while my body might be fully on board with that plan, my head isn’t.
My head knows all the reasons I can’t, despite the fact that I came all this way. Again. That I walked away from my parents’ house, the place I have a duty to be.
My phone has been blowing up since the second the guys realised I left, but I haven’t responded to them.
No one, not even me, understands my need to be here. To be close to her. To touch her.
“Theo,” she whispers, my thumb still resting on her bottom lip, my palm cupping her delicate jaw.
Her soft, unsure voice does things to me. Things I’ve never felt before and things I don’t want to even try to unpack.
Desperation oozes from her, and I know without checking that she’s fucking dripping wet for me.
It would be so easy to bend her over and own her completely.
But as much as I might need that, crave that, I can’t.
This situation is already too fucked up. If I do that then…
“Shit,” I hiss, releasing her and pushing my fingers into my hair, dragging it back until it burns.
“Go on then, you fucking pussy. Walk away,” she barks, making my breath catch. “Go. I don’t need you,” she seethes. “I brought my vibrator with me. It does a much better jo—”
“No, you didn’t,” I state confidently.
Her eyes narrow.
“Yes, I—”
Dropping my hand to her throat, I push her up against the tree behind her. Her eyes widen in shock, but there’s not enough to cover the desire darkening her already blown eyes.
Stoned is a good look on this little liar.
Getting right in her face, my nose grazes hers, our brows pressing together.
“Liar,” I hiss. “It’s still in your top drawer at home.”
Her eyes widen, but that’s the only reaction she gives.
“It’s been three days since I got you off, and you didn’t bring your trusty toy. How badly do you need it, Hellcat?”
“I’ve got my own fingers,” she hisses, her hand lifting from her side. To start with, I think she’s just going to prove a point about its existence, but I clearly completely misread her intentions because almost faster than I can process, her palm flies toward my face.
Unfortunately for her, I’ve been training for this shit since before I even knew what Dad was preparing me for.
A shocked squeal rips from her lips as my fingers wrap around her wrist, stopping her from making contact right at the last minute. I might have allowed her to wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft, but that’s all she’s getting of me. If I allow her to touch me, then all bets are going to be off.
“What the fuck?” she hisses when I pin her unforgivingly up against the tree and press the length of my body against her. My already hardening cock nestles between her arse cheeks, making it wake up again even faster than before.
“Only good girls get rewards, Hellcat,” I breathe in her ear, loving how she shudders at the sensation of my breath racing over her chilled but over-sensitive skin, along with the words.
“Please,” she whimpers before stilling when she realises she said it out loud.