Page 10 of Her Bully

“You wish.” He pulls a clip of money from his back pocket and tosses a wad of bills on the table. Grabbing my nearly full glass, he dumps it straight over Britney’s head, then slams the cup down on the table. “Let’s go, lil’ doll,” he says, holding his free hand out to me.

“This isn’t over.” She seethes at us as I grab his jacket and dash toward the exit as he laughs.

“Dude, what the heck is her problem?” I ask once we are outside.

“She’s bitter that I dumped her and jealous that I’m here with you.”

“But we’re not…” I don’t get to finish my sentence. Kyson shoves me against the side of the restaurant and crashes his lips down on mine. Tasting of pure trouble, his tongue dives between the part of my lips.

He pulls back a fraction of an inch. “We’re not what.” He grins at me, and my belly flutters.

All coherent thought leaves me as his mouth assaults mine.

Delicious and violent, his tongue glides along mine.

Kissing him is wicked and wrong.

I shouldn’t allow him to mess with my head like this and yet part of me aches for him to never stop.

Chapter Four

Holy smokes. What is happening? Why is Kyson kissing me, and why do I enjoy the wrongness of it all so much? I’m supposed to hate him, not fall under the spell of his charm. The last time he kissed me, he made me cry. I’m not looking to repeat past mistakes or get involved with him, no matter how sweet and hot his lips are. Regaining my senses, I shove both palms against his chest.

“Stop.”

“Stop what? Don’t act like you don’t want this, Dahlia.” His mouth comes down hard on mine and our teeth clash. My head smacks against the building and his fingers thread through my hair, giving it a tug as he bites my lip. He’s right that I do want it, but I shouldn’t. His eager tongue slides between the seam of my lips, dominating me. Taking what he wants.

Uncaring.

Unforgiving.

He kisses me hard.

Rough.

Without mercy.

The sound of a car starting breaks me out of the torturous hold he has on my morals.

I close my mouth and shut down his advances. “We should get back to the house. I need to unpack.” I can’t believe I allowed myself to get wrapped up in Kyson. My stomach burns with thoughts of Matt. How disappointed he’d be. How much this would kill him if he knew?

I’m a terrible girlfriend.

“You can pretend all you want, but we both know when I slip into your room later, you’ll be begging me to get you off.” My cheeks burn at his crude words. No one has ever spoken to me like that. Rude and filthy. I should slap him for it, but I stare at my shoes, unable to meet his knowing and cocky gaze. “Let’s go.”

I grab my discarded stuffed animal he dropped. Silently, I follow him to the car, and it’s him who refuses to look at me. “Kyson. Listen to me. Please. I can’t do anything to screw up living here. Uncle John is my last resort. I can’t go to live with my mother. Doubt she’d want me anyway, but if this doesn’t work out, then I’ll be forced into foster care until I come into my inheritance and can be on my own. You don’t have a clue what it’s like for me. I have no one. My dad was the only person who cared about me. John only took me in out of obligation. Pity. Perhaps guilt.”

I don’t tell him what a horrible girlfriend I am to Matt. No need to give him more ammunition.

I get into the passenger seat, and he peels out of the parking lot as though he’s stolen precious jewels.

“Don’t be mad at me. You know I’m right. We can’t mess around.”

Kyson continues to ignore me, revving his engine to drown me out. He’s such a jerk, but I can’t get that stupid kiss out of my mind. Shoving a cigarette between his lips, he steers momentarily with his knee to fish for his lighter.

I steal the cancer causing stick from his mouth and snap it in two. “I’d like to not die just so you can give yourself cancer. Thank you very much.”

“My car, my rules. Don’t like it…” he slows to a stop. “Get out and walk home.”

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