“Couldn’t stay away,” he murmurs, stepping closer to the foot of the bed.
“Styx,” I whisper, a lick of fear going through me. Because there’s something different about him. “How did you get in here?”
“Shh, Kitty Kat. Didn’t come here to talk.” He drags his thumb over his bottom lip, his heavy gaze burning into my skin, leaving a trail of blistering heat in its wake as it moves over my body. My breath catches and the covers pool around my waist as my fingers relax.
His eyes flare. Hunger and lust shining there as he takes in my thin tank top, the obvious outline of my nipples.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What are you doing here, Styx?” I try again because he’s here in my bedroom and he’s giving me zero answers.
“You left me high and dry earlier, Katrina.” He tsks. “It’s been driving me crazy, knowing I was so fucking close to tasting you again but you ran from me, baby girl. You fucking ran.”
“Styx, you need to go. If my mom or Aunt Cassie— Ah.” A moan slips free the second he dips his hand under the covers and grasps my ankle, sliding his hand along my leg. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you need, Kitty Kat.” Styx crawls over me, pinning me to the bed with his big, brawny body.
He’s so beautiful he takes my breath away. I’ve loved this man for as long as I can remember. I’ve loved him since I was a young girl who couldn’t really understand what love was, and I love him now.
But he hurt me.
He hurt me in ways I couldn’t fathom he was capable of.
“This is a bad idea,” I whisper, the tremor in my voice a dead giveaway to how nervous I am.
“Tell me you don’t want this, tell me you don’t want me.”
“You know I do.” I fist the sheets to avoid reaching for him. “But you hurt me.”
“I know. Fuck, baby girl, I know. Let me make it up to you, let me show you how much I want you.” He lowers his head, running his nose along my jaw.
My heart careens against my chest as I fight to stay in control. But it’s impossible when he’s giving me exactly what I want, what I’ve craved for so long.
“You’re just jealous I was with another guy earlier.” The words spill out before I can stop them.
Styx goes still above me, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. When he looks down at me again, his eyes are pitch black. “Damn right, I’m jealous. Did you let him in here, Kitty Kat.” He shoves his hand between us and works it into my panties. “Did you let him tastemypussy?”
“Oh God,” I cry, burying my face in his chest as his fingers press inside of me. Three big thick fingers that stretch me to the point of pain. But God, if it doesn’t feel good.
“So fucking wet,” he growls, pumping them faster, using his thumb to circle my clit slowly.
“We can’t do this,” I insist, even if my body wants it.
Even ifIwant it.
I was with Ryder only hours ago. Styx wouldn’t be here if I’d never told him about the date. About the guy.
He’s here because he’s jealous and if his bitter-scented breath is any indication, he’s here because he’s drunk.
“Styx,” I snap.
“Hmm, I like it when you get feisty.”
“You need to go.”
“You’re saying one thing, Kitty Kat.” He withdraws his fingers slowly. “But your body is saying another.” Sinking them back inside, he curls them in a way that makes my body bow off the bed.
“God, that’s feels…fuck.”