She nods her head profusely as if to tell me that she’ll be quiet, and I smile against her skin. As I lift my hand off her mouth, I’m still expecting her to scream. If she were smart, she would. I’m feeling on edge tonight, walking the razor’s edge between right and wrong, and I’m not sure how far I’ll take things.
“What do you want?” Her groggy voice pierces through the heavy fog surrounding my head.
“You…I want to feel you. I want you to return the favor,” I grind my stiffened cock into her. Willing her to feel the need that she brings out in me. I don’t want to want her, but I do. I want her so badly it hurts. I crave her. I need her, but at the same time, I hate that it’s this way. It used to be simpler, but then she went and opened her mouth… she went and lied.
Now my obsession is fueled by something darker, something far worse than need.
“No. I told you, I don’t want you.” Using her hands, she tries to shove against my chest, but my body doesn’t even budge. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she continues, “Are you going to rape me? Like your brother raped my sister?” Her question catches me off guard, taking me out at the knees, and for one single second, I don’t have a response for her.
“You are just like him...aren’t you? You say he is innocent, but then you act like him. You’re both fucked up.”
Out of nothing more than pure reflex, my hand moves to her throat. Wrapping my fingers around the delicate column, I squeeze hard enough to cut off her words. She’s lost her chance to talk. Now, if she wants a say, she’ll have to fight for it.
“You’re wrong… so fucking wrong. I’m nothing like my brother...” I almost laugh but instead tighten my grip further until she is gasping for air. The sound she makes goes straight to my cock, and I know it’s wrong, so wrong, but it feels right. Her eyes bug out of her head, and her hands circle my wrists while her tiny nails dig into my skin, hard enough to draw blood.
Yes, hurt me, Willow.
Resting my cheek against hers, I loosen my grip, but only enough so she can suck in a labored breath. “See, I was always fucked up, the black sheep of the family. For as long as I can remember, there’s always been a darkness around me, but Brett… he was the good one. He was the best thing in my life, my rock, my best friend, and you took him away from me.”
“I didn’t…” She gasps, and I raise my head, so I can look into her eyes again. Her green eyes brim with tears. Two big fat tears escape her eyes and slip down her cheeks, the cold droplets crash onto my hands. I’m not sure what it is that causes me to release her, the tears, or maybe the look in her eyes?
Yes, I want her to be afraid of me. Her fear is what makes my blood sing, but the way she’s looking at me right now… like I might kill her? Yeah, I don’t like that.
“You did. You ruined my family, you ruined him, and you ruined me, all with one single lie.” I crawl backward off the bed, putting more distance between us because right now, I don’t know which side of me will win out. The one that wants to own her, or the one that wants to destroy her.
Willow sits up, clutching the blanket to her chest like it could possibly save her from me. What a joke. Her black hair is in disarray, and her lips are swollen. Fuck, I didn’t even get to kiss her. Not that she deserves a kiss… my first kiss. She deserves nothing, not to be here, and certainly not my attention.
“I didn’t lie, Parker. I swear to you. He was there that night. I saw him leave...” Her words are like acid rain pouring down on me, eating away at my resolve. I don’t want to hear her lies anymore. I don’t want to hear anything but silence. I. Need. Silence. Without even thinking about my next move, I cross the space that separates us, thread my fingers in her hair and pull her to my face, crushing our lips together, sealing my hate for her with a punishing kiss. My movements are so quick that Willow has little time to react until the kiss is underway.
Gasping into my hungry mouth, she releases her hold on the blanket, so she can use both hands to push me away. She shoves against my chest, but her efforts are futile. I’m not letting go now, not now that I’ve kissed her. Now I’m going to taste, devour, own.
With a handful of her hair, I pull her head back, making her yelp in pain. Her mouth opens, and I take that opportunity to taste her. I slide my tongue past her lips and into her hot wet mouth. Finally, she is mine. She moans, and I feel the sound vibrating through me, all the way to my toes. I need her, want her.
Without thinking, I deepen the kiss, melting into her. Sliding onto the bed, my senses are overwhelmed by her, her smell, her taste, the feel of her skin against mine. I feel compelled to strip her bare and fuck her slowly and deeply. I want to feel her inside and out. Nothing could stop me.
One moment her small hands are pushing me away, and the next, they are wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. This way, I can feel every shapely inch of her body through the flimsy camisole and sleep shorts she’s wearing. Pebbled nipples press against my chest, and I bite back a groan. I want to suck them, bite them.
Willow moves beneath me, grinding herself against my body, bringing my attention elsewhere. With her slim arms wrapped around my neck, she pulls me closer, almost like she can’t get enough of me. Like the air, and our clothing is still too much space.
Then something inside my brain snaps. I feel its effect all the way down my spine. She wants this. The reality of it is a motherfucker, and I sober up at the thought.
She wants this… she wants me.
Breaking the kiss, I untangle her arms from around my neck and push up from the bed, needing to put distance between us. We’re both breathing heavily, and even in the dim light, I can see the shock written all over her face.
Does she think this is a game?
“What do you think you’re doing?” I growl at her.
“Me?” Her voice goes high-pitched, and her brows shoot up her forehead. “You came into my room, got in my bed, tried to… god knows what…I didn’t… You. You kissed me!” Her finger thrusts in my direction, and I’m half tempted to reach out and break it. I tamp the need down, but just barely...
“This whole time you pretended to hate me—”
“I do hate you!” She interrupts me.
“You didn’t hate me a minute ago when you were clawing at my back to get closer.” I hate this… this power she has. How weak I become when I think of her being mine. “This is not how it works. This is not for your pleasure. You don’t get to make the rules. I do.” I seethe, my jaw aching with the pressure of my clenched teeth.
Willow doesn’t seem to be fazed by my newly found anger. In fact, she looks as if she’s poised for a fight. “You might make the rules, and you might have all the power around here, but you can’t tell me how to feel. You will never have that power over me. You will never control my mind.”
And just like that, I’m back to wanting to wrap my hands around her throat. Instead, I curl them into fists, digging my nails into my palms. She’s making me lose control. We’re chaos riding a slippery slope into hell, and if we’re not careful, we’ll both get burnt to a crisp.
“Do you want me to hurt you, Willow? Do you want to see what happens when I lose control?” My voice drops, and something inside of me snaps.