Page 7 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

He shakes his head again, as if banishing my response, then slides out of me, and I can’t help the wince that falls from my lips.

His eyes draw up toward mine, and he licks over his top teeth. “Exactly,” he says, as if receiving the confirmation he needed.

“Everyone hurts a little when they lose their virginity, Owen,” I bite back as he storms toward the bathroom door.

He reappears just as quickly, and I can tell with the furious gleam in his eyes that I’ve lost him, and the thought sends my stomach plummeting. “Does everyone have marks around their neck too?” he snipes out, throwing his hand out toward me.

My fingers find my neck while he throws a washcloth onto the bed, pissing me off with his behavior.

“Can you not be such an ass, Owen?”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as steam practically blows from his ears, and I wipe away our cum coating my thighs.

“Not be such an ass?” My eyes snap to his. “I just fucked you raw, Laya. My best friend’s little sister, while choking you out. Not to mention, I took your virginity.” He scoops up his clothes and dumps them on the bed, then he buttons his shirt as if desperate to leave the room.

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.” I shrug, my eyes pleading with him to see I want this.

“Right. Congratulations, you got what you wanted.” He finishes buttoning his slacks, and I try not to cry with the way he’s speaking to me.

Owen is never angry with me; he’s always made me feel like he has all the time in the world for me, like we’re in our own bubble. He’s protected me from my brother’s taunts and mindless teenagers bitching. He’s always shown me he cared, even if it wasn’t in the way I wanted.

My eyes narrow in on him, the way he’s dismissing me and what we did as if it meant nothing, when only moments ago he told me I was his everything. Fury spikes inside me. “I don’t want you to be an ass about it.”

He scoffs and shakes his head again.

“We can speak to Tate. He’ll understand.”

He buckles his belt, and when he turns to face me, my soul crumbles into a thousand pieces. “You and me both know that’s not going to happen.”

My lip wobbles as emotion swirls through my veins, sending my heart into turmoil. “Wh-what do you mean?”

His eyes, usually so full of fun and laughter, are cold and calculating. “This was a one-time thing, Laya. You know that as much as I do.”

I fist the sheet, tugging it toward me like a blanket of comfort to protect me against his words.

He slips his feet into his shoes and adjusts his watch, covering my bracelet once again, covering my existence.

I sit, frozen in shock at how I gave him my everything and he happily stole it from me.

“Make sure you cover the marks.” He nods toward my neck, then turns and walks to the bedroom door, leaving me stunned as my eyes lock onto the blood-streaked sheets.

“And Laya?” He glances over his shoulder, his face void of emotion. “Put some fucking panties on.”

Then, with a slam of the bedroom door, he’s gone, destroying me.

My fingers tremble as I toy with the necklace and try to remain strong.

I know him.

This is not him.

He’s running scared.

He’d never hurt me intentionally, and the thought of him losing my brother became too much for him to bear. That must be it.

Owen James Stevens told me I am his everything, and I believe him.

Taking another glance in the mirror, I double-check to make sure his finger marks are covered with the concealer.

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