Page 18 of You Belong With Me

I can still see her, which was exactly her intention, I’m sure. I watch her, riveted, as the water cascades over her face, and down her body.

Wyn isn’t the first girl to try and tempt me. It happens a lot, actually, but I usually ignore it. Naked chicks are a dime-a-dozen in my world. But I can usually walk away. It’s the chase I crave, and once that’s fulfilled, I’m out. I’m moving on.

So, why, then, am I fucking rooted to the spot? Why can’t I walk away from Wyn?

That question circles inside my head, even as I tear my shirt off, followed quickly by the rest of my clothes. Anger burns inside me, mounting with every step I take toward the bathroom.

As I pull the curtain back, Wyn gasps before her gaze falls to my cock. “What are you doing?”

My hand darts out, and I grab her by the throat, rage pulsing through me. I step into the tub and shove her roughly against the tile. “Shut the fuck up,” I bite out, tightening my grip.

Fear flashes in her eyes, and seeing it makes my heart beat a little faster. How dare she manipulate me. She thinks she’s so clever, orchestrating this, but I’ll teach her to be careful what she wishes for…

CHAPTER EIGHT

Wyn

The lookin his eyes is murderous, and I wonder if I’ve pushed him too far. His hard body is pressed against me, his long fingers curled around my throat so tight that I can barely breathe.

Warm water pours over us, but he hardly seems to notice. He’s too focused on me, his eyes wide, his jaw clenched in anger. He looks feral.

Pushing me up the wall by my throat, he uses his free hand to pull my leg over his hip. The tip of his cock is pressed against my entrance, but he doesn’t penetrate me.

“Is this what you wanted,hm?” he says, his soft lips brushing over my face. “You want the monster inside you, is that it?”

I’m so focused on drawing each strangled breath into my lungs that I can’t even begin to form an answer. I let out a little whimper, and he smiles in response. The sick fuck.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re scared,” he whispers harshly.

I claw at his hand, my nails digging into his skin. But it doesn’t make a difference. He doesn’t even seem to notice.

Finally, he lets go, and I fall forward, coughing as I suck in several gulps of air. As I struggle to steady my breathing, he pushes into me so hard, so violently, that I cry out. He slaps a hand over my mouth, and laughs—but it’s the cold laugh of a psychopath. The kind of laughter that revels in another person’s pain.

“Lucas,please,” I gasp when he releases my mouth. “I’m sorry.” It kills me to say that, but I’m afraid it’s the only way to get him to let up.

His lips find my throat, and he bites down, causing shards of pain to shoot through me. “It’s too late for that,” he says harshly, slamming me against the tile over andoveras he drives into me forcefully. “You’ve tempted the devil, my pretty little whore, and now you’ll fucking obey.”

He’s crowding me, his hard, wet body trapping me against the tile. I push against his biceps, my blunt nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t budge. I don’t know why I thought he would. If anything, the fight just encourages him to go harder, faster.

Then he lifts me, his arms hooked under my knees, holding my full weight up, my back pressed against the tile. It allows him to drive even deeper into me, the head of his cock hitting my cervix, filling me, stretching me. The pain is so intense and so glorious, and I find myself getting lost in it.

With his lips against my throat, he moans loudly. That sound does something to me. His deep baritone vibrates through my body and opens my channel up just a fraction more.

“Jesus,Lucas,” I groan, my arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers buried in his hair. I tug on a handful of it, pulling his head back so he’s looking at me. The look in his eyes is frightening, and enthralling. He looks lost in sensation, a slave to the drug of my body…

Then out of nowhere, still holding me, he reaches down and shuts the water off. Stepping out of the tub, he carries me out tomy bed. His cock is still buried inside me until he tosses me onto the bed. I bounce on the mattress, my gaze locked on him.

He’s still angry, his brows pinched together, his jaw set. His cock is thick, and red, veins twisting around the shaft like vines. I scramble up onto my elbows and swallow.

“Are you ready to accept your punishment?” he asks.

I blink up at him, fear bubbling up again in my chest. “F-for what? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Have I? I mean, aside from taunting him just now.

His eyes darken as he glares down at me. “Last night, you drugged me,” he growls. “And I can’t let something like that stand.”

Um? Seriously? “I drugged you with the same shit you druggedmewith,” I say without the conviction I was hoping for. “So we’re even.”

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