Page 55 of Unhinged

I draw up my fist, but Greg catches it in his hand before tossing it aside like I burned him. I yell, “I haven’t slept with anyone here, asshole!”

“Since moving down here? About a week ago? Right? Such restraint.”

I cross my arms. “None of the guys I slept with were mean to me like you. I don’t know or even like you anymore. Get lost,” I seethe, trying to move again, but Greg moves with me.

“Do you blame me for hating what you did to me?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you! You didn’t want sex with me last time, accusing me of attacking you, of being a stupid college kid, and exposing your secret. I shouldn’t have to sleep with you to gain your forgiveness.”

“It’s not a one-sided deal. It’s like I’ll help you help me with my lack of flair.”

“So, you think fucking me is like building credit or your resume? A practice fuck for your novice dick?” He’s practically begging me for sex, and I’m arguing with him. What a difference almost three months make. “I’m supposed to open my cunt for you like I’m some kind of primer or to teach you how to seduce a woman?”

Greg looks at the door and then back at me. “You said I’ll only embarrass myself. Wouldn’t want to do that with my future conquests.” His eyes harden, and my heart stutters. The anger on his face flickers with sadness. “Didn’t you fuck manwhore Ricky Tesco? Wasn’t he number twenty-two and twenty-three?”

“I didn’t do Ricky.”

Surprise graces Greg’s face, and I miss him having any other emotion than hatred for me, but it soon returns. “Oh. He turned you down? Twenty-three not enough experience for him?” I only wanted you, Greg.

To fall off a cliff.

“Shut up,” I say, moving along the wall, trying to inch closer to the door within his arms, trapping me.

“And then earlier, you strutted your ass for every dick to salute out there! You obviously know what you’re doing!”

As I shuffle against the wall, I hit something, knocking out the lights and scaring the shit out of me. I shriek, but Greg seems unaffected except for a small gasp. The white exit sign lights up the darkness, giving us a ghostly glow and for chills to run down my spine. Greg could murder me back here, and no one would hear me scream.

When I twist to flip the switch, Greg shoves my hand away. “What are you doing?” I demand, growing angrier by the second. When he doesn’t answer, and my eyes adjust to the darkness, I return to his insult. “How would you know what I was doing unless you were watching me?”

Greg’s face comes into focus more, and I see his eyes shift from my face. “Everyone was watching you.” His voice shakes. It’s subtle, but to me, it’s a thunderclap. I possibly found his weak spot, and my body buzzes with excitement. This could be my moment to bring him to his knees and maybe get him to leave me alone if I do it right.

Taking a slow, deep breath, I ask, “Did your dick salute me, too, like when you saw me naked in the bathroom or my bedroom?” Since Greg is caging me in with his left arm on the wall, I lean back more, sticking out my chest. His eyes instantly fall to my open shirt, and I refrain from giggling because it was this easy to reel him in.

“Just a physiological reaction? Right?” he sneers, using what I said to him regarding his body’s reaction to his abuse. I watch how his throat moves with his short breaths.

I slowly shake my head. “Totally different. Both times you wanted me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Garrison.”

But when he tilts his head more, the light shows the feral look on Greg Rodwell’s face, and I fall victim to my taunting. It’s a look I saw in the brighter light of my bedroom. Greg wanted me, even if he claims it was for a wet cunt. I felt it in his wounded soul.

I bite my lip, so I don’t moan, watching his chest rise and fall faster. Refusing to let him deny or lie his way out of this, I continue. “Then, you went to your room.”

Pushing off the wall, I stand closer to him, and my heart pounds. Chrome fills me, and it nearly knocks me on my ass, and I want to beg him to fuck me here. But nope. My pussy won’t be so easy to score. With my body trembling, my voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “I heard you beating off.”

His whisper is just as gruff. “You heard nothing.”

Greg will never know that I wanted to have sex with him for more than a mere fuck. For the first time, I wanted the passion and to have an orgasm because of him, not despite him. I needed Greg to feel it all. I wanted him to fall in love with me. Has Greg ever been in love? Maybe he will be with his new girlfriend.

That ratchet bitch.

“Really? I heard your desperate moans and fast pumping.” I feel his heat, anger, denial, and arousal with my lips closer to his. I won’t touch him. I won’t take advantage of his vulnerability. “Were you imagining coming over my naked tits and watching it drip between them?”

His lips part for two seconds before he coolly whispers, “No.”

“I knocked on your door. You were rattling it with your jerking. I wanted to help you with it. If you had let me in, I would’ve sucked your dick against the door.” His fast breaths falter, but he doesn’t argue. So I keep going. “My hot tongue stroking you, slow and then fast, taking you to the brink and then away. I know you’re hard right now.”

His voice is low. “No.”

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