“I ended things with her the minute I became yours.” He reaches for me and pulls me into the shower with him, the hot water running over my face, but I don’t care.
“You were never mine.” He growls.
“I was,” I insist as I pummel his chest. “Maybe you were fucking her the whole time.” When he says nothing, I ask, “Have you fucked her?”
“Yes,” he answers.
My mouth falls open with a gasp, but he is quick to cover my mouth with his. I bite his lip and tug it hard. He smacks my ass through my dress, making me yelp at the contact. Before he pulls it up, he moves my underwear and does it again.
“Joey?” the girl calls.
I bite his lip until I taste blood, for good measure, and go to step away from him.
“Fuck off,” he roars.Not to me, but to the girl. I push on his chest, but he simply laughs and pulls me back. “You ain’t going nowhere now.”
“You can’t keep me here.” He manages to move his hand from my ass and straight inside my panties. When his finger slips between my folds, I know he feels my arousal instantly.
“You want me.” He growls into my mouth. “Now, shut the fuck up and let me fuck you like a good whore,darling.”
I try to pull away again, and this time he releases me. I step out of the shower and drop my dress, followed by my panties while he remains under the water.
His eyes soak in every inch of me.
And I let him.
Need.
Want.
Lust.
Love.
Hate.
It’s all there in his heated stare.
Our chemistry is one of my favorite things.
Heis one of my favorite things.
I think it’s the only thing my father did right before I killed him—picking Joey for me.
How well we clash, and how much we need each other without actually needing each other. It’s confusing, but you get it.
And right now, he’s not in charge. No way. The blonde ruined his chance to get everything he wants from me.
I step back and shut the door, the steam filling the room. A renewed confidence rushing through me at the look on his face.
“Get out,” I order him.
He flicks the water off and steps out, his cock hard. His ink shining with mist and water.
He is marvelous to look at.
Stunning.
“Now, get on your knees. Like my good boy,” I demand.