I squeeze her arm harder as we exit through a side gate. I stop, turning to her, and pinning her back up against the wooden face in the shadow of the house. She sucks in a surprised breath and stares at me, mouth hanging open.
That fucking perfect mouth. The mouth I’ve dreamed about ever since the wedding.
“You nearly ruined it in there.” I speak quietly so that she’s forced to move slightly closer to hear me. “Why?”
“I was testing him. I need to know he’s serious.”
“It’s Tony Cowan. You roll the dice with a man like him.”
“That’s what everyone thinks, but we’re going to be different. We’re making this movie happen. Or are you too busy fucking your little coeds to put in the work?”
I tighten my jaw. She has no clue why I do what I do. Why I sleep with these girls, and keep on sleeping with them, because it never satisfies me.
It never fills the holesheleft the night of that wedding.
No, I can’t tell her that, because the best sex of my life officially never happened.
I can’t think about her looking up into my eyes as she sucked my cock and played with her own pussy. I imagine fucking her tight pussy again and again as she moans in my ear.
I can’t remember the way she came, and kissed me, and licked my fingers clean.
“We’re in this together, Webb. Don’t forget.”
“I won’t. Will you?”
I shake my head and release her.
She brushes past me and out to the car. I follow her, waiting for another shotgun blast, but there’s nothing.
Only an eerie, dead silence from the house, like the old man was never there to begin with.
A horror movie. Hell, maybe that’s fitting. The old director’s gone absolutely psycho, maybe he’ll be the perfect guy to take the genre to that next level.
I let Blair walk ahead of me and stare at her ass. Her hips sway and I feel my blood boil in my veins. I have to ball my hands into fists to keep myself under control.
Because otherwise, I’m going to tear her to shreds.
She has no clue why I fuck around the way that I do. The girls I sleep with are meaningless, and I didn’t know they bothered her until now. It kills me, knowing she’s goddamn jealous.
When all I want is to destroy her.
But that’s exactly why I can’t.
There’s something inside of me. Something dark and hot and hungry. The monster beneath my flesh is the reason I was so driven to ruin the Crawford family. The monster is the reason I’m so driven to start this company and break out on my own.
I’m a threat to everyone around me.
I didn’t realize Blair would become a target of my unquenchable thirst.
But now she’s the center. Everything focuses on her, and I can’t stop myself from wanting more and more and more.
There’s a line between lust and obsession, and I know which side I stand on.
“Get in the car, idiot,” Blair says, looking exasperated. “We have a lot of work to do.”
I force a smile on my lips. That’s what I do: grin and mask it.
Hide the hunger.