Page 61 of Hate To Love You

“I know. But why did you go after him at the party?” she asks again. I run my hands through my hair, beginning to get a bit frustrated.

“Because he deserved it.”

Gwen takes another step, and now we’re face to face, and I can see her eyes as they bore into mine, waiting for an answer that I don’t know.

“Why?” I stand up straighter, making Gwen flinch, but she recovers quickly.

“Because he had his hands all over you, and you looked like you didn’t want anything to do with him,” I explain, hoping that’s the answer she’s looking for.

Her hands ball into fists at her side.

“Why do you care what he was doing to me? You don’t even like me.” My body fills with anger at her words. How could she not realize that that isn’t exactly true anymore? Especially after the other night?

I know it doesn’t make us best friends or even boyfriend and girlfriend, but it does mean we have a connection.

“I hit him because I saw him grinding all over you and grabbing your ass and I could tell you were uncomfortable from across the room,” I grab her arms, holding her in front of me.

“When I got closer, I heard him ask you to go upstairs and then I heard you tell him no. He kept pushing and I… I saw red. I couldn’t help it. He was trying to take advantage of you, trying to take what’s mine. And I don’t fucking share,” I watch her expression carefully as I try to catch my breath from my confession.

Her brows furrow in confusion and frustration. She pulls out of my grasp and backs away slightly.

“What’s yours? I am not yours, Ryker,” she crosses her arms defiantly.

I walk forward, effectively backing Gwen into a table so she can’t go anywhere. She is mine, and I’m about to show her just how wrong she is.

“Yes, you are,” I tell her, my tone dark and demanding. “I’ve had a taste of you, Gwen. And I am not letting you go.”

“I can’t stand you, Ryker,” she says, trying, and failing to sound confident in her statement. I roll my eyes, a knowing grin spreading on my lips.

“Not what you were saying last night, when my tongue was on your clit, making you come while screaming my name. When my cock was buried inside you, driving you to the edge,” I can hear her sharp intake of breath. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it before anything comes out.

Something in her expression changes, and I can’t tell what she’s thinking. Is she going to bolt? Is she going to hit me?

No, she’s not. Instead, her lips smash against mine again and I’m overtaken by everything about her.

Chapter 32

Guinevere

My lips move with Ryker’s in a passionate, tension filled kiss as we stand together in the middle of the dark, empty classroom. There are six tables and one long desk in the front of the room. From the looks of the counters covered in beakers and scales, this looks like a chemistry room.

I didn’t really pay attention to what kind of room it was before dragging Ryker in here. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just knew I wanted to scream at him, ask him why he would go through the trouble of beating some guy up over me. Does he actually have some sort of feelings for me?

I can’t imagine why he would. I’ve been a total bitch to him since the day we met. Granted, he was a total ass since the day we met, and arguably still kind of is. But I never did anything to try to impress him.

There’s no denying that I don’t look like the girls people would expect a guy like Ryker Steele to be with. The girls Ryker’s been with are like super models, and I’m just me. Plain and boring. Simple.

I get good grades, I listen to my mom, I don’t party too much, I rarely do my hair or makeup. I’m nothing like someone Ryker would go after. So why me? Why is he so caught up with me?

Honestly, I can’t even believe what happened last night. I mean, I definitely don’t regret it or whatever, but seriously? Ryker Steele, Ellington University’s most eligible asshole wanted me. Three weeks ago, if someone would have told me that, I would have laughed in their face.

But here we are, standing in this room, our mouths linked together as we move against one another.

Ryker’s hands find my hips before he effortlessly picks me up and puts me on the table in front of him. His hands run up my thighs and up to the hem of my shirt, staying there.

I can taste the sweetness of Ryker's mouth as our tongues dance together, my hands roaming over his muscular body. I can feel his desire, and it only makes me want him more. But we’re in a classroom, and I don’t want to get caught.

It doesn’t seem like Ryker cares much about being caught though as he slowly lifts my shirt over my head.

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