Page 69 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Becca

“Please tell me you still don’t hate me.” I tease, tangled between his arms and the soft bedding. After our steamy session, we somehow ended up cuddled in his bed. It felt strange resting my head on his chest, almost wrong in a sense but after what we just did, this was in now way comparison to sex.

“I’ve never hated you, Becca.” He admits like I should already know this. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were going to be a problem, but I could never hate you.”

His reassuring words were nice to hear, especially after tonight but there was still that voice in the back of my head that was telling me something was off. And instead of confronting him, I push it aside and enjoy my time with him.

“Well, you weren’t exactly the nicest.” I drag the tip of my finger down his chest, tracing the small scar that lingers across his peck.

“That was the only way.” He focuses his attention on the movements of my finger. “I had to be sure you’d keep your distance… but I didn’t know you’d be so fucking stubborn and persistent.” He chuckles causing me to grin.

“I knew you secretly wanted me.”

“I’ve wanted you all year.” He reveals, causing my head to rise in confusion. “I’m not a good person, and the last thing on this earth that I deserve is you.”

It hurt knowing he thought he wasn’t good enough for me. I wasn’t anything special. If anything, I wasn’t good enough for him.

“But I’m a selfish man.” He locks his gaze onto mine, laying out all his emotions onto the table for me to see. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”

And I knew he wasn’t lying. By his fierce stare and possessive tone, I belonged to the devil now.

“Tell me about you.” I search his eyes, desperate to know the man who stole my heart. Instead of answering, he quickly diverted his eyes, concentrating on the wall in front of him.

“I’m sure Wes has filled you in on everything.”

His name was like a punch to the gut. Guilt coursed through me as I held back tears from falling.

What if he found out about Jack and me?

He’d hate me forever. I’d hate me forever.

“Becca?” Jack’s worried eyes look me over before placing a hand on the side of my face. “What’s wrong?”

Surely he couldn’t be that stupid.

“Wes can never find out about us.”

My voice is stern, but the feeling of sadness creeps over me.

“Eventually he will.” He says with a straight face, but inside, the idea of his son knowing we were together was tricky. “Maybe not now or even in a year. But one day, he’ll know that you’re mine.”

“No one can know about us.” I add. “We don’t need you in prison.”

His eyes soften, and a small smile appears. A smile from Jack was rare, maybe even rarer than seeing a shooting star. And damn, was it beautiful.

“No one will find out.” He reassures, rubbing his fingers softly down my face.

“That means no touching or anything inappropriate at school.” I try laying some ground rules, but instead of agreeing, he rolls his eyes.

“When I get you alone, and I will.” He hauls me closer to his face, lightly brushing his lips against mine. “I’ll fuck you on my desk, on the student’s desks and maybe even lick you during lunch hour.”

My eyes roll back, and the ache between my legs sparks back to life despite its soreness.

“Don’t expect me to ignore you anymore.” He nibbles on my lip, dragging my flesh between his teeth. “Now that I’ve had you, I won’t be able to stop.”

Groaning, I try to focus but it’s extremely hard when I have Jack sucking on my lips.

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