Page 58 of Wreck Me

She pushed off the bed hastily then.

I watched her notice her hoodie hanging on the back of the door.

She quickly slipped it on, then pulled her phone out, checking the time and uttering something to herself about still having time to get to her first class.

“Why did you keep those texts?”

She stilled. “Texts?”

“From that unknown number. The threatening ones?”

She looked at me, a haunted expression cutting into me.

“Is that what set you off last night? Is it why you went down to the fight venue?”

“It’s not your concern. You shouldn’t have violated my phone. Sebastian already did that and I remain pissed about it. What you did is way beyond plugging in your phone number though.”

“Who is he?”

“What?”

“Who is the guy threatening you?”

I saw her swallow a couple of times.

She stared down at her phone, clearly deliberating.

And then she finally looked back at me. “Why would you care?”

“The thing you should focus on is that I do, that we do.”

She stepped up to me. “Again, why? Why did Sebastian pursue me? Why did you guys come down to the fight venue? Why take care of me and even bring me to your home?”

“Do you really think you’re ready to know? You’re still fooling yourself.”

Her eyes flashed.

It was the only warning I got, before she fisted my shirt and used my weight against me to slam me up against the door.

My cock jerked as she slapped her forearm to my throat and bore down nice and rough.

Jesus.

There it was.

The kind of erotic threatening shit I lived for.

In her sudden spark of rage, she went to shift her hold in my shirt to obviously strengthen her hold on me, but she slipped and grabbed at the bulge in my jeans instead.

My now very hard and very erect bulge.

She jolted.

I smirked. “Gonna fight me or fuck me, darling?”

“Why are you hard?”

“For the same reason I’d bet my entire investment portfolio that you’re dripping into my t-shirt right now.” I grabbed her hand on my cock and rubbed it up and down my length. “It’s more than violence, it’s more than the thrill. It’s something dark and depraved. Holding that power in your hands, power over others. Wanting to see how far you can push it, how much higher you can climb until you touch that utter euphoria like you did last night.” I reached out and stroked my fingers through her soft hair. “Like I got off on seeing you do last night to that piece of shit. You were so fucking primal and raw, not held down by anything, beyond the emotional weight that’s too often an unbearable burden, beyond rules and morality.” I breathed her in, past the scent of the medical wipes I’d used on her, and picking up on the jasmine of her hair.

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