God, I hate that man so much.
“You were free, Zach.” I swallow with difficulty as his grip on my face increases in pressure and my neck stretches up even more. “Of this place. Of your dad. Why’d you choose to come back?”
The little twinges of pain brought on by his possessive hold make my core spasm with arousal. Hungrily and violently. My breasts are throbbing, and my stomach is trembling with the rush of savage butterflies.
“Why?” he asks me again, looking down at me with hooded eyes.
Just tell me what’s going on so I can help.
“Th-this place isn’t good for you, Zach. You don’t like it here. You shouldn’t be here.”
I don’t know what I’m saying because I don’t want him to leave. Not yet. In fact, that’s the last thing I want.
But if I don’t say this, I’ll probably end up asking him to stay. I’ll end up begging him to stay here. With me.
And I’ll never do that.
This was his St. Patrick’s for the first eighteen years of his life. He doesn’t deserve to be stuck here.
“Why?” he growls, pinching my chin. “What’re you gonna do when I’m gone, Blue, huh? You’re gonna find someone? A guy? Go out with Ryan?”
When he’s gone, I’ll still be here.
Unlike Zach, I’m stuck here. In this town.
It’s not going to end with just getting my house back, is it?
I’ll have to work to keep it, meaning more mortgage payments. And for that, I’ll have to work here, at The Pleiades. Where he grew up, where he was bullied and where we became something more.
I shake my head. “No.”
“No?”
I dig my nails in his wrists. “No. I don’t care about other guys.”
A humorless chuckle escapes him. “Well, that’s not gonna stop them, is it? From sniffing around you like hungry dogs. That’s what you do, Blue. One look at you and a guy gets reduced to his most basic self.”
Happiness blooms inside me at his harsh tone.
Not because of other guys he just referred to but because of him. Because he’s the guy who gets reduced to his most basic self with me.
Zach makes me feel beautiful. He makes me feel stunning.
“What about you?” I pant, fisting his t-shirt. “Are you going to find another girl to date?”
His smile is cold. “I don’t date.”
Something breaks apart inside of me at his words. Some sort of a dam and I’m flooded with emotions. So many savage, violent, possessive emotions.
He’s mine. I don’t care what girl comes after me, he’ll always be mine.
His dick has been buried between our bodies and I rub against it, whispering, “I want you to do something for me.”
Zach rocks back even as he watches me suspiciously. “What’s that?”
It’s like I’m sick.
I’m possessed. There’s a demon inside me. I swallowed it up the day I kissed him.