Page 20 of You Belong With Me

I’m breathing hard, the echoes of my orgasm still coursing through my bloodstream. I feel spent, and fulfilled in ways I never even thought possible. Owning Lucas like that, knowing it wasmewho made him come hard—that’s the most powerful I’ve ever felt in my life.

He uses the crook of his finger to tilt my head up, then he gently pushes the moist hair away from my face. And when helooks down at me, he just stares, his thumb brushing reverently over my damp chin. It’s the most gentle I’ve ever seen him, and if I’m being real, I wouldn’t have thought him capable of tenderness like this.

But as I blink up at him, my body still buzzing, I notice there’s a haunted look in his eyes like he just realized something. I’d kill to know what that is.

“You’ve pleased me,” he whispers, then drops his hand and takes a step back.

On instinct, I reach out for him, because I’m not ready to end this here. I wantmore. More of this. More of him.

“Lucas…” I whisper, but he doesn’t reach back. He doesn’t respond at all. He just stares at me with those cold blue eyes, like he’s trying to reconcile what just happened between us.

The features of his face harden, and his jaw clenches. His gaze falls to my outstretched hand, then climbs back up to my face. With a slow shake of his head, he shoves his fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands as he tilts his head back, and screams,“Fuck!”at the top of his lungs.

Then he turns, and throws his fist into my wall, screaming“Fuck!”over and over,and over,until the drywall starts to give way. I launch off the bed, and without even thinking, I try to grab his arm. Fuck my wall. I can already see his knuckles are bloody, and I’m afraid he’ll do some real damage to himself.

“Lucas! My God, what the fuck?” I yell, pulling on him to get his attention. He ignores me, or…honestly, he’s so enraged, maybe he doesn’t even notice me.

After several minutes, he stops, the breath sawing from his lungs, bright red smudges coating my white wall, his knuckles bloody and raw. He looks crazed like he’s lost his fucking mind, and for the first time in a while, I have no idea what to do…

CHAPTER NINE

Lucas

This shit is fucked up.

So fucking fucked up.

Why can’t I walk away from this chick? The rabid need to have her, to touch her, to claim her, supersedes everything else, and that shit isinsane.I know that logically.

My knuckles are bloody and sore as I turn to face Wyn. Fear flashes in her eyes, and that gives me a surge of satisfaction. She should fear me. I’m not safe for her.

Flexing my hands, I move to my pile of clothes and start tugging them on. Blood drips everywhere, but I don’t give a fuck. I need to get out of here, away from Wyn.

“Lucas,” she says quietly, that lilting voice cutting through my anger like piss through snow. “Why are you being like this?”

Tugging my shirt over my head, I pull it down over my torso and turn to her with a scowl. “This shouldn’t have happened,” I bite out.

When she doesn’t respond, my gaze darts to her, which I instantly regret. She’s still sitting on the bed, naked, her petal-pink nipples beaded and begging for my tongue.

Fuck!

Abruptly, I turn away and grab my shoes off the floor. “I can’t fucking do this,” I say, shaking my head.

“You can’t fucking do this?” she repeats, her voice rising. “You’re the one that started this, Lucas!Youstalkedme,remember? And now, what, it’s too much for you?! Fucking grow a pair, dude!”

I whip around to face her. The fucking audacity of this chick. No one—and I meanno one—talks to me like that without expecting a trip to the fucking Panic Room. But as I look at Wyn, the regret I expect to see in her expression is nonexistent. She’s unflinching, anger snapping in those beautiful moss-green eyes.

I drop my shoes and stalk toward her. “What did you just say to me?”

She rises onto her knees, her eyes narrowing. “Grow. Afucking. Pair,” she says slowly, her tone dripping with venom.

Lunging at her, I wrap my fingers around her throat, pushing her back on the bed, my large body pinning her down. I squeeze, not enough to cut off her air, but hard enough to scare her. Only she doesn’t look scared. A faint smile spreads across her lips, and I swear to God, I’ve never felt I’ve wanted to killandfuck someone so badly in my life.

My cock is hard again, and I shift my hips, so the hard ridge of my erection is pressing against her pussy through the fabric of my jeans. She whimpers a little, and that delicate, fleeting sound is like a siren’s call that slithers around my resolve and devours it.

My fingers loosen, and I dip my head, inhaling her sweet, flowery scent.Goddamn.How can one person make me feel so out of control? If she were any other chick, I’d get up and walk outright now.No problem.

And if I left here still wanting to fuck, I’d have my pick of any number of chicks. It’s not cockiness, it’s a fucking fact.

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