Chapter 29 #2
“You could have had anyone be your boyfriend.” I close the distance between us, forcing her to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. “But you didn’t want just any guy, did you, sunshine?”
The memory comes back to me. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about Luke Foster. Fuck, all it would have taken was one word between those two, and I would have lost her. He could have had her all to himself. Or he could have ruined her long before I came back.
“You wanted him.” That anger that rode me when I had to leave her behind and move, knowing I was leaving that opening in Harper’s life, splits me open. Knowing I was leaving her for him.
It’s why I didn’t stay in touch. So afraid as her friend, she’d tell me all about him. About how much she wanted him. About them going on dates. Kissing. Fucking. The things you tell your friend.
“Him who?” Confusion mars her face.
“Luke.” My nostrils flare.
Her nose wrinkles, and she jerks back as if I hit her. “I did not.”
Smiling through my anger, I back her into the wall.
Awareness of her soft curves, the way her neck tenses in my hand, her quickening breath, it’s all here.
She’s attracted to me just as much as them, and if I’d stayed, she could have been mine alone.
But for how long? How long before Luke turned her head?
“If I’d claimed you as my girlfriend, they would have noticed you. He would have.”
“He?” The word is breathy.
“Luke,” I bite out. “Fuck. Don’t you see the way he looks at you. The way he seeks you out, draws you in. You could have been mine, but you were always meant to be his.”
She shakes her head and pushes against my chest. “What the fuck are you talking about? Luke wants me because I’m the last. I’m their pet project. Not the other way around. There’s no way I wanted any of this. I did what I had to do.”
Flames lick at my spine. The jealousy of them having access to her all this time. Them being able to claim her the way I wanted to.
“See, this is what I’m talking about.” Anger burns hot in her eyes. “We don’t know each other at all anymore.”
“We know each other, sunshine.” I wet my lips.
“Nico, we should go.” She tries to pry my hand from her neck.
I lift her against me and lower her onto the bed, caging her in with my arms and body.
“You’re mine too, sunshine.” I’ve been holding back, trying to make sure this is really what she wants while watching them take and take and take from her. Holding on to the scraps she gives me.
She settles and meets my eyes. “Of course, I’m yours. The horsemen claimed me and you’re a horseman. And now you’re one of my boyfriends. I’m trying to have a discussion about what I think will help us move forward when all I’m getting from you is a bunch of jealous bullshit.”
My eyes narrow. She’s right. She’s mine. I own her. I release her neck.
“Take off your jeans.” I rise, go over to the door, and lock it.
She stands and glares as she lowers her jeans over her hips and kicks her shoes off. “What are you going to prove, Nico? That I want you?”
“That you’re mine to take how I please. When I please.” I close the distance between us and cup her bare, wet pussy in my hand. Her muscles twitch against my touch. “Take my cock out, sunshine.”
Fire fills her eyes as she grabs my belt and undoes it. When she releases my button, I thrust my finger inside her slick heat. She whimpers a little, and I wonder if she’s in pain. Her eyes narrow on me as her lips part, but she doesn’t stop. Lowering my zipper, she pulls my cock free of my pants.
“What do you want, Nico?” She strokes her hand over my cock. My rage lessens with the way her hand moves over me. As I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, she bites back a moan.
“Do you want me to suck your cock or do you want to fuck me?” She slides her thumb over the tip of my cock, rubbing my precum over the head. She wets her lips. “Or do you want to be the last to fuck my ass? Is that what this is about?”
Her dark words burn through me. It’s like she wants me angry. Baiting me.
When I pull my fingers out of my pussy, they’re dripping wet. “Eli?”
She shakes her head and steps back. “He came in my pussy and ass.”
Fuck, all I want is to fuck her, fill her so full no one else can fit.
“You were the last to kiss me, the last to fuck me.” She sits back on my bed and spreads her legs wide. “You could have had every first if you’d stayed. Maybe even if you’d stayed in touch, we would have visited. But you missed every first because you left me.”
She leans back on her hands. Anger and desire war in her eyes. Mine probably reflect the same.
“Take off your shirt and bra, sunshine.” I shed my pants and shirt, leaving my boxers on the floor. I want her completely bare to me. To see what other damage he did to her. The marks the others left on her. To add mine, so she knows she belongs to me.
Her clothes join mine and she resumes her previous position. My heart stops as I take her in. Her innocence is gone, but the smoldering woman left in her place is something fierce to behold.
She wets her lips and her fingers twitch on the bed. She wants me as much as I want her, but she doesn’t want to admit it. At least not right now.
But she will. I have every intention of making her scream my name before I’m through with her.