Page 53 of Tell Me You Like It

Unlike Lux. She’s unique, and that really fucks with my head. Half the time, I want to wrap my hand around her throat and watch the life drain out of her. And the other half of me…the other half wants to fuck her until she breaks. I want to hear my name on her lips, screaming, begging me for mercy.

I’ve gone fucking crazy. And Lux is the reason for my insanity. It makes everything that happened with James more clear–how you can get wrapped up in one person and lose all fucking sense.

I suck in a breath and head downstairs. Lux fled, and if I were smart, I’d go after her, make her face this thing between us. But I don't chase anyone down. Ever.

When I head downstairs a half-hour later, I see people trickling through the front door. I guess the party must have broken up after Lux and I left the club. And as it usually happens, the party picks right back up here, at Rush House. This house is the hub for everything—and has been for a few generations now.

Jackson spots me and holds out a beer. “Bro! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were out somewhere with Lux. Getting her onmessage,”he says the last word suggestively like I was off somewhere fucking her into submission. It’s what I’d planned to be doing.

“Shit didn’t go to plan.” Instead, I got sucked off by some random Deb, and yet somehow, I’m still unsatisfied. Just one thought of Lux, and my cock is hard again. “She ran off.”

“Ohhh!” Jackson laughs, buckling over with a hand to his mouth like this is the funniest shit ever. “Damn. Roman has beenrejected.”

Christian and Lucas walk up together.

“What?” Lucas asks, looking between Jackson and me. “What happened?”

Jackson recovers just enough to tell Lucas, “Lux fucking rejected Roman.” Another fresh bout of laughter has him gasping. “He said sheran.”

Lucas looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Damn,Roman. You must be losing your touch.”

My boys are always fucking with me, so that’s to be expected. But now’s not the time. Annoyance bubbles up inside me, and I scowl. “Fuck you,” I say to Jackson. “She didn’t reject me.” I felt her body respond to my touch, I saw the way her eyes widened when she saw that Deb sucking my cock. She wants me, I can fucking feel it. “She’s just….” I push out a breath. “...stubborn.”

And it just makes me want to break her more.

Christian leans against the pool table, arms crossed over his chest. “This is fucking bullshit,” he says, the only one, besides me, who isn’t laughing. “We only have a few weeks before shit gets real.”

I close my eyes briefly and clench my jaw, trying to find the last threads of my patience. “You don’t think I fucking know that?”

Lucas and Jackson sober, sensing the sudden intensity of the situation.

“So where’d she go?” Christian asks.

Rush House butts up against the boundaries of campus, so the most logical place for her to run is back to her residence hall. I hate the idea of her out there, in the dark, alone, but it’s only a couple-minute walk from here to her building—and campus security is patrolling.

I shrug one shoulder. “Back at her dorm room?”

Jackson looks at me like I’m an idiot. “I think he’s saying you should go after her.”

I shove my hands into my pockets. “Fuck that. She needs to stew for a while.”

Jackson laughs again, and I shove his shoulder–hard–causing him to reel back. “What, dude? Say it,” I spit out.

I’d give a kidney to any one of these guys, but sometimes, I want to fucking kill them. They really are assholes.

“Sounds like you got her pretty riled up,” he says. “And it would suck if she was off somewhere getting consoled by some other guy.”

I wince at that thought. “Nah, she’s not like that.”

“Okay, dude,” Jackson says with a shrug. “Didn’t look like that back at the club. Ash looked like he’d be more than happy to step in and comfort her.”

I swallow, anger swelling in my gut. Just seeing hercozied up to Ash earlier this evening really pissed me off. He’s a fucking pussy, and of course he would try to steal what’s mine.

And normally, whatever. A chick is a chick. Pretty faces and willing pussies are a dime a dozen. Who gives a fuck, right? But the idea of his hands on Lux enrages me.

And if Lux ran from this house to be with him—God help them both, because that shit isn’t going to fly with me.

“Hold up,” I tell the guys, pulling my phone out to text Lux.

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