I jumped off the windowsill and was in her face. My hand cupped her mouth before she could get the second letter of my name out. Backing her into the wall, I muffled her scream.
“You fucking brat.”
I didn’t give her a chance to fight me off. Gripping her wrists, I held them above her head and stepped in between her legs.
Her nostrils flared, and her chest heaved, causing her tits to pop from the seam of her top that was barely covering her in the first place.
My dick twitched, and my heart sped up.
She glared at me, and I held onto her tighter.
My mouth was getting nice and close to my hand over her lips as I spoke the truth. “I’m here because I want to be. Now what are you going to do about it, kitten?”
Her eyes widened.
“Nod like a good little girl that you’re not going to scream if I uncover your mouth.”
The brat bit my hand.
She went to scream again, but I covered her mouth.
I blurted out with no hesitation whatsoever, “I missed you, kitten. That’s why I’m here.”
Her eyes widened again, and I swear her heart stopped beating against my chest, never expecting me to confess those words to her.
Even her shocked response didn’t stop me from continuing. “I can’t stop thinking about the way your tongue feels in my mouth. About the way you taste, the way you feel, about your addicting scent that I can’t stop fucking my fist to. I’m here because I can’t get you out of my head.”
With that, I let her go.
“You should be grateful I’m not screaming your name.”
“Oh, kitten… I’m counting down the days until I have you screaming my name.”
“Enough with the mind games. You’ve done nothing but turn my world upside down since the moment we literally bumped into each other. I can’t keep up with your hot and cold mood swings. One minute, you like me and then the next you hate me. It’s either one or the other, Tristian. It can’t be both anymore.”
“Am I the one you’re truly mad at?”
“Of course, you are. I can’t keep doing this with you. I’m over it. I’m over you.”
“When were you under me?”
“Oh my God! You’re an asshole!”
“Keep your voice down,” I whispered.
“Or what? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? I hurt someone I really care about tonight. All because of you. I hate you. Do you hear me? I. Hate. You. Now get out of my room and my life.”
“Easier said than done, kitten.”
“Stop calling me that.”
I threw her words back at her. “Or what?”
“I’ll tell my parents you’ve been bullying me, and you won’t leave me alone.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”