CHAPTER 49
KIAN
“I need you to fuck me,” I say wantonly, writhing on his lap. My balls tighten, and if I keep going like this, I’m going to come untouched. And that’s not how I want to do it. I want him to be balls deep inside me, pegging my prostate with every hard thrust. The mix of his hard body and the intense reactions to the movie are creating a heady concotion inside me, something begging to be released.
“What?” His words come out sharp, and I freeze on his lap. The arm that was wrapped around my shoulder slides off me completely, and I want to whine. I need this, I need him. We can hash out all the other details later, but I need him inside me. Now, fucking please.
“Can you please fuck me?” I try a different approach, hoping that maybe the pleading in my tone will clue him in to how serious I am about needing his dick inside me.
He lifts me off him and stands up, leaving me behind on the couch while he paces in front of the TV. His fingers tighten in his hair until I’m worried he’s going to yank the strands right out.
I walk toward him, slowly so as to not startle him. “Hey, stop that, you’re going to hurt yourself.” I reach up and wrap my hands around his, gently prying his fingers off the hair. I keep them clasped in mine and hold them in between us. Staring into his dark brown eyes that I love so much, I have to ask. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes widen and he lets out an incredulous laugh. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong?”
I flinch, because yeah… I might have forgotten about the many hiccups in my plan, but I can’t help it! Trent is mine.
“Sorry…” I trail off, rubbing my fingers across his hands. “I guess I should go. I don’t want to cause any issues between you and Hunter.”
He quirks his brow and opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He looks like a fish. “Me and Hunter?” Realization dawns on his face, and he holds my hand tighter in his.
I wait for him to explain because he’s not pushing me away like he should be.
“There’s no me and Hunter, not anymore.”
Oh. Oh. Well, it looks like my work is already done for me.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I’m not sorry that they broke up, but a small part of me does feel bad because Hunter seems nice. Just not nice enough for me to let him have Trent.
“No, you aren’t.”
I scoff, and he pulls me close until our hands are pressed firmly onto his rock hard abs. God, he’s going to be so hot when I get these clothes off him. “Is it bad if I say you’re right?”
He shakes his head. “And you? What about your boyfriend?”
“Broke up with him the same night you left me in the resort.”
His smile matches mine. There’s nothing standing in between us now. “Did you let him top you?”
I shake my head and blush. My dick is appreciative of the jealousy in Trent’s voice. “What about you and Hunter? Did you fuck Hunter? Did Hunter top you?” I shouldn’t ask, because knowing is going to piss me off. But the sinister part of me has to know before I let him anywhere near me.
“He was my boyfriend…”
Well. Hello, little green monster, how are you? I knew I shouldn't have asked.
“But only him and you,” Trent adds.
Skrrt. Play that back. Rewind. What the heck ever.
I should have demanded an explanation about that night before I jumped into this again. Stupid heart wanting Trent and not caring about the repercussions. I take a step back from him this time. The remembrance of the pain and agony I felt after watching that video. Knowing that his words now and his words then were a lie.
“This was a mistake. I need to go.”
He doesn’t let my hands go, and his eyes soften with pain as he stares at me. “Please, don’t go, Kian. Don’t run away from me. Not again.”
I see red.
“Again. Again. Do I need to remind you that I saw a video of you with someone else. It’s never been ‘just me,’ because you–” I yank my hand away from his and shove my pointer finger into his chest. “You cheated on me,” I hiss out. “I saw you with your lips pressed against someone else. Someone that was not me. And the title of the video– BEST AMATEUR BLOW JOB.”
Tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I refuse to let him see them fall. I was so freaking dumb to think that anything would be different. I thought I could forgive the past, but I can’t.
No matter how much I love Trent, no matter how much I want to be with him, I can’t forget the past. I can’t move on and let him love me again. Because I won’t survive the heartbreak a second time.
“Kian, please let me explain. I can explain everything,” he pleads.
I turn my eyes away from his, knowing that I can be sucked right back into his web of deceit with those dark irises. “No, Trent. I don’t want you to explain. I want you to let me go.”
Trent’s grip on my hand completely disappears, and even though he’s doing exactly what I asked, I hate it. I hate that it’s come to this. It always comes back to this. I thought I could look past it, I convinced myself I could. But thinking something and actually doing it are two vastly different things.
“I’m not going to force you to listen, but please. Please. Give me a chance to explain.”
I step away, watching his crestfallen face as tears stream down it. My heart cracks in my chest, and I can’t stand here any longer, because I’ll continue to hurt him. I’ll think I can move past it, but I won’t be able to. A messed up merry-go-round that never stops spinning, never letting me off and dragging out my suffering until I’m a husk of the person I used to be.
“Goodbye, Trent,” I say. Then I do what I do best: I run away.