"I trusted you.” He wavered, his eyes dropping from mine as he shook. “I trusted you with everything and you – what? Used to me to get off? Or just wanted to fuck me over? Why would you do something like this? To me? Of all people?"
And that was when I snapped. I should have stopped, given him space, but I was so fucking selfish that I needed to hold him. He didn't have time to react as I reached for him, cupping his head, burying my fingers in his hair as I slammed my mouth to his and took what I wanted.
His lips were as soft as I remembered, his beard scratching against mine. He froze under my hands as Ipushed his back to the door, stiff as I pressed myself against his body to show him how much I had been craving him, how I needed to touch him so badly that I had gone to fucked up lengths just to make him see that.
I thought he would kiss me back, that he would respond to me like he had before.
Instead, he cried out, a wonderful sound of anger that ripped from him and burned through my throat. His mouth moved, but only for his teeth to find my bottom lip and tear at me.
I yank my head back at the sharp sting of the cut.
Harry lifted both hands, the phone still in his left, and shoved against my chest.
I didn't step back, but I released him, numbness scattering through my palms.
Panting, glaring, longing, needing. It all mixed between us and around us, and I let go. Everything I had been holding back, failing to control myself, barely able to stop so I didn’t become the person I was always meant to be, it all rose to the surface.
"You want to know why?" I asked coarsely, my thumb travelling to my lips, pressing it against the small line of blood swelling along it. I met his shocked expression with all the darkness that had plagued me for weeks.
"It's because I love you, you idiot."
Harry
Ilooked up at him, pain pounding through me as words I’d been dreaming of hit me.
Heat ripped me open, lust flaring up inside me, and the pure pleasure of watching the need in his eyes ruined any chance I had at resisting him.
Everything was centred on that moment. There was no space for thoughts, or reason, or anything that could drown out the burning ache in my heart.
Lips tingling, mind blank, I acted on instinct. A groan burst from me as I grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down so I could take him properly.
Phone forgotten, and any shred of sanity gone, I kissed him with everything I had. Dirty, messy, with no sense of myself – exactly how I spent my nights following his orders and submitting to him.
Dom took control of the kiss, and I whimpered against him as I tipped my head, slanting my lips so he could press down on me, take me harder. I was giving in to him again. After all he’d done, I was still weak in his arms.
Anger roared along with the raw heat between us. His lips, his moans, and the pressure of his fingers clutching my waist as he pulled me closer. But I wasn’t having it. Not when he was the one who did all that to me. He couldn’t just kiss me again and wipe it all away.
The phone pressed against his left shoulder, sitting between us like a stain, but it kept me grounded, reminding me why I was here.
I growled again, breaking the kiss to grasp Dom. I spun him around. His surprise stopped him resisting as I pushed him and slammed his back against the door. I was happy that a breath escaped him as he tried to straighten himself, but I held him still.
“How could you do this to me?” I croaked, shaking my head. All the hurt poured from me as I looked up at him. I never thought he would betray me, at least not so sordidly. But who could imagine their best friend going that far?
He leant forwards, his lips moments from mine. “Tell me you didn’t think about me when you slid that vibrator into your ass.” His lips grazed my cheek, creeping towards my ear, until his breath tickled it. “When you were crying about how good it was. Tell me you weren't thinking about my cock when you called my name.”
Sparks flew around my body as another wave of lust hit me, and I let out a shuddering sigh.
His teeth caught my earlobe, tugging gently before he pulled back, searching my eyes.
“I thought so.” His voice curled around me. That silky, sexy lilt he only reserved for the men he fucked, and me.
He grabbed the phone from my hand, not giving me a chance to react as he threw it onto the sofa behind me before he dropped his head and took my lips again.
I was supposed to resist him, but, by that first kiss, I had already given in. That flash of anger had given me enough strength to push back, but he kissed me tenderly. It was even worse, taking his time, softening me so sweetly that by the time he pressed his hard cock against me, I was nearly his.
He broke the kiss; both of us pressed together, panting and desperate. I wanted everything he could give me, but it didn’t change how this would end.
“I hate you,” I said, but the words could barely measure up to the storm raging inside me.