Page 93 of Falling in Reverse

I shake my head, because he’s wrong.

Matteo loves me. He said it himself.

“Let me go.” His arm around my waist only tightens as his fingers splay across my back. It ramps up my sprinting heartbeat. “He’s going to find me.”

And he’ll hurt me.

The last time Torin was near me, Matteo backhanded me and asked me what I did to get him to come speak to me.

I didn’t say anything.

“Then I’ll beat his ass,” Torin replies. “Let me fuck you…and you’ll belong to me.”

“No.”

I can’t.

Even though…the idea does hold a certain amount of appeal.

However, I’m not stupid enough to know that he’ll never stay true to his word. He just wants to rub it in Matteo’s face.

“Bay…” His head rounds to peer down at me. Those eyes that are now dark in the absence of light holding me to my spot. “I’d make it so good for you, baby.”

“I…no, Torin.” I begin—or try—to pull out of his hold. “I need to go.”

His hold falls, but he doesn’t lose the lack of distance between us.

Our chests are still lined up with each other’s.

Our breathing mingling and mixing together into one of fear and desperation.

“Then go,” he mutters before the gentle brush of fingers begins to skate up my naked thigh under my dress. “Go, or I’m going to find out the truth.”

My feet won’t move because, even though Torin and Matteo are enemies and I’m walking a fine line here, Torin isn’t as cruel as Matteo is beginning to be. He blames it on stress and apologizes when he’s too stern with me. He reminds me of what he’s trying to build and that he’s going to give me everything.

I just didn’t think he’d permit his friends to use me while they stroked themselves to completion while Matteo has me bent over in his lap with my underwear pulled to my knees.

“The truth?” I press, unable to pry my stare away from the boy in front of me.

His touch meets my upper thigh right below my panties. “The veracity of how wet you are for me.” The tip of his fingers drags underneath the edge of the cotton fabric. “Let me slide one finger in…God”—He takes in a shaky inhale—“I bet you’re tight as fuck, aren’t you?”

“Why do you do this?”

Those golden eyes flick up at me. “Isn’t it obvious?”

No, because it doesn’t make sense.

Matteo claims it’s only to piss him off. But Torin always seems to be around. Always seeking me out just to get a few stolen moments with me.

He’s filling my head with ideas of how my life could be different.

That he’d make me happier…and I’m starting to believe him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he mutters within an inch of my lips. “And this isn’t a game.”

“Matteo says you’re using me to get to him.”

“I don’t need you to get back at him.” The pads of his fingers run along the elastic of my pants near the apex of my thighs. “It’s not hard to, you know?”

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