Page 135 of Mine to Ruin

“What did you do to your hair?”

I wave him off and pass him. “Let’s go.”

In the car, I put my face in my hand, with my elbow on the window.

“Smile. You’re about to marry the man you love.” His lips curl up in a fake smile, and he puts a hand on his chest and says, voice ringing with sarcasm, “My bad, I am sorry Brandon went AWOL.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it, keep up the pretense.”

“I am,” I say and force my lips to split in the most fake happy smile possible and his knuckles grip the wheel until they whiten.

The cameras flash as he helps me out of the car, his beam so wide my stomach turns at his talent. I show my engagement ring off and everybody congratulates us.

“Are you nervous, Mr. Reyes?”

“No man is nervous when marrying the right woman.”

I lift on my toes and whisper, “I almost threw up from all the sweet bullshit.”

His eyes bore into mine, a silent threat to behave, and my anger grows inside me, and after we order, I ask, “How can you play it so realistically?”

“Not long ago, I believed this, so I am using it now to my benefit.”

I gulp from my drink, my fingers trembling at his words.

“Maybe next time we’ll tell the truth, how you couldn’t marry me without fucking your ex one more time?” His cold glare burrows into me while I stare right back. “And you slept with my brother because you’re so friendly with each other?”

I strangle the napkin, not to yell I didn’t. He doesn’t deserve the truth.

“I should have stayed loyal to the woman who has always been by my side, and not to the one who spread her legs for my brother.”

He just pulverized the rest of my heart with his words.

“Excuse me.” I stumble through the bathroom, where I slide down the door, and press my hand against my chest as if to hold onto my shattering heart. When will it stop fucking hurting like this? I stand up at the persisting pounding on the door. Kian storms inside, and presses me to the wall.

“Why do you look so hurt when you sliced me open? Who gave you that fucking right?” he demands in a dead voice.

I shut my eyes, and tears fall down my cheeks, and I whisper, “Go back to her.”

He fists his hands against the wall.

“I don’t want her, that’s the problem, I still want you, and I hate you and hate myself.”

“Make me hate you, too, please, because loving you kills me.”

He slams his lips on mine, and I let myself free fall into craziness. He turns me around and peels my jumpsuit down. His fingers tremble on my skin, and I stay silent, suspended in this reality where his words are cruel, but his touches remind me of the love of my life. He cages me between his arms and places the sweetest kiss on my neck, inhaling me.

Then he shakes himself off, and his hands cup my breasts. My nipples pebble under his ministrations. He takes one peak, then switches to the other. I bite a moan back, and he groans.

“No more moans for me?”

“You don’t deserve them.”

My hands flatten on the wall, and his fingers grind up and down my slit. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, but keep my moans for myself. He pushes two fingers in me, gathering my wetness, and his thumb presses down my clit. I peer at him over my shoulder, and his gaze caresses the side of my face.

His head snaps to me, and as if to punish me for catching him vulnerable, he unzips himself and slams himself inside me. Agony mixed with pleasure wrecks me.

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