She whirled around her eyes snapping with anger. My cock throbbed, and there was no hiding it in sweatpants. Thankfully, she was so pissed she wasn’t looking down at the moment. I couldn’t understand her anger, but it was sexy as hell. I was trying to be the good guy. I’d pushed her away, and when that didn’t work, I told her the truth.
What the fuck more did she want?
“You asshole. You’ve made me feel like shit for years. Years.” She threw her purse at me. I dodged it, barely. My leg throbbed from the sudden movement, and I was pretty sure I’d popped a couple stitches, but I was beyond feeling anything but lust, and frustration.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yeah, I knew I treated her badly to get her away from me, but why would she feel like shit? Hell, every time I had a momentary lapse in sanity, when she pushed me too far, I’d end up rubbing my hard cock on her until reality crashed back around me right before I came.
“What the hell am I talking about? When I was eighteen, I begged you to kiss me. You threw me out of your apartment like it was nothing to you. You made me feel so stupid, after. So ugly, and unattractive.”
“You were eighteen and getting ready to leave for college. I didn’t want to mess with your head right before you left. You were so young, you didn’t need some old man rubbing up on you when you were about to go away. I had a club to run, and you had to go make something of yourself away from this club. But how you could feel unattractive when I practically devoured you is beyond me. My dick was hard for weeks after that.” I rubbed my hands over my face. Why couldn’t she just shut up, I was at the end of my rope. If she didn’t see reason I was going to have to fuck it into her. She’d regret it in the morning, but that wasn’t for another couple hours.
If she won. I was going to give her what she wanted as soon as we hashed this out. We’d both get a memory out of it, and I hoped her dad never found out. She’d realize her mistake, and run back to her fiancé.
Her last fling before settling down and getting married, and I’d have to be okay with getting one taste of her hot little body.
No, I had to be strong. She hadn’t won yet, but she was close.
“Okay, what about my twenty-first birthday? You let me grind on you like a damn cat in heat, like some biker groupie. And then you acted like it meant nothing to you, again. You don’t know what it feels like being rejected like that over and over again by the one guy you want. You don’t know what that can do to your self-esteem. You’re the only one that makes me feel this way. And I wish I could feel them with someone else. I wish I could feel that way with my fiancé, but no. I finally find someone who treats me like a princess, and all I can think is this is the way I want you to treat me. It’s only you. So don’t tell me it’s always been me, Demon. You’re full of shit.”
“I did it for you. I didn’t want you hung up on me. I wanted you to move on to have fun in college, meet someone who would treat you the way you should be treated. The way I couldn’t treat you. You needed someone who wouldn’t put you in harm’s way by being with them. Someone who didn’t have to worry about you being protected constantly, because of what they do for a living. Someone like your fiancé,” I spat out.
“But it’s always been me?” She mocked as she threw my words back at me. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, before coming back to land on me.
She stalked closer to me. My cock twitched and this time she did take notice. We’d been skirting around this for too long, we both knew how this was going to end as soon as she looked down.
I nodded, watching as she continued to move closer. As soon as she was within reach, I tried to take back the lead. She must have figured it out, because she backed up, just out of reach.
“Tell me, Demon. You say it’s always been me, but you also kept pushing me to find someone else. You made out with women right in front of me, knowing I was watching. What do you think of me being with Blake? What do you think about me bringing him home to meet my parents? Should I bring him here to the club for you to meet him? To approve of your replacement. Do you feel triumphant that pushing me away worked, and he touches me here?” She moved her hand over her breasts pushing them up, letting her fingers open so her hard nipples stuck out.
“Knock it off, Angel.”
“What if I told you, I let him touch me here?” One of her hands skated down her abdomen. I watched, hypnotized as she moved slowly down her body letting her hand sneak underneath the hem of her sweat pants. Her head fell back, but her eyes never left mine.
A growl rumbled up my throat shaking my lips. My body was screaming, mine. And I was barely keeping it inside. She didn’t know what she was asking. What she was tempting me to do. What she was about to bring on because once I had her there’s no going back. She’d never let her fiancé touch her again without thinking of me.
“Are you okay with someone touching me? How do you feel now that your plan worked?”
“You win, little girl, at least for tonight.” I didn’t sound as defeated as I felt. She wore me down. I knew she’d won before we started playing this game. I was just waiting to see when I’d break. “You want to be with me, little girl? Think before answering because there’s no going back. You’ll hate yourself in the morning when you have to face your fiancé.”
Now it was my turn to walk forward. This argument had me stone cold sober. My head cleared knowing how important this conversation we were having was.
“When I’m inside you, you won’t be thinking of anyone else.”