Page 63 of Cruel Steps

“I’m not fucking Cody! I haven’t fucked anyone since you. Not that it’s any of your business.”

His eyes darkened, and he stepped forward, pressing me against the counter. My breath hitched, and I gripped the marble behind me.

“Lies. Someone gave you this. If it wasn’t Cody, then who?” His thumb pressed against the hickey from Colter. It was barely visible now, just a slight discoloration at this point.

“Grow up, Holden. You don’t own me.”

He ignored me, his eyes focused on the mark. “Were you with him tonight? Did you spread your legs for him before or after he gave you this?”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Answer the question, Emerson.”

“Make me.” It wasn’t the brightest remark, but Holden’s dominance made the brat in me come out to play. Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, and I needed to direct my anger at someone.

He growled and his hands landed on my hips a second before he lifted me to the counter. My legs spread naturally for him, and he crowded into the space, caging me in with his arms. His head blocked the light, casting a glow around him, making Holden the only thing I saw, smelled, and felt. My breaths came rapidly at his nearness, eager to know what he’d do next.

“Give me a name, Emerson.”

“It’s none of your business, Holden.”

His hands moved to my thighs, pressing them further apart. I still wore my short dance shorts, and Holden used it to his advantage. His thumbs grazed over the exposed flesh, and I bit my lip to hold the moan back. I hated how responsive my body was to him.

“Last time I’m asking.”

I tilted my chin up, defiance I wished I’d had earlier spilling out. “Fuck. You.”

Holden growled, and it reverberated through my body like a siren call. He yanked me down, spun me around, and pressed my front into the counter. Dropping to his knees, he pulled my shorts off quicker than I ever managed and lifted my knee.

Cool air hit my exposed pussy, and I shuddered in relief. I needed his desire and touch to remind me who I was.

“This fucking ass,” he moaned, squeezing my cheek in his hand before rubbing his stubble against it. “I’ll show you how wrong you are, Wildcat.” He licked me from clit to taint, stealing my breath and resolve. “You’re fucking glistening. This better be all for me.”

I whimpered, loving his naughty words and needing his touch.

“You want more?” he taunted, lightly ghosting a finger over my labia.

“Yes. I need more. Please,” I begged.

He stood and stared at me in the mirror. Our pupils were blown, and I caught his erection pressing against his boxer briefs.

“Tell me who gave you the hickey, and I’ll make you forget their name, Wildcat.”

I whimpered, a fight waging inside me. Was it worth it to keep Colter’s name? Part of me felt guilty, but we hadn’t made any claims. Until then, I was free to be with whoever I wanted. At least, that was how I thought dating worked. I’d never done it before.

Pride wanted to keep it from Holden, to have something over him. But the desire raging inside me needed to forget what happened tonight, and Holden’s dick was the perfect way to do that. Taking a deep breath, I let go of the piece I held, promising myself I’d get another one. I just had to pray he wouldn’t stop what he’d started when I told him the truth.

“Colter,” I whispered.

I expected Holden to be angry, to call me names, or to accuse me of sleeping with his friend to get to him. Instead, his eyes heated more, and he smirked. Holden nuzzled my neck and then sucked on the skin… hard.

Gasping, my head fell back, giving him more room to work. I held his head to me, not wanting him to escape. My legs shook and my body trembled from the sensations he pulled. With each swipe of his tongue, he erased Ricky’s touch and replaced it with his.

When he was satisfied with his mark, he dropped back to the floor and dove into my wet cunt. I fell forward at the force; my body overcome with pleasure as his stubble burned me in the best way.

His tongue and fingers plundered me and sent me over my peak at record speed. When he stood, my cum covered his face, and he looked more smug than I’d ever seen him. Holden pressed his erection into me, and my eyes shuddered closed at the reminder of how big he was.

“Let’s see if Colter can outmatch that one,” he whispered, and my eyes flew open. Unbridled heat scorched me, his eyes molten blue orbs. His fingers grazed my stomach, and he lifted my hoodie, slowly revealing the tight shirt I wore underneath. His eyes ran over every inch of me as he ran his thumbs across my nipples.

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