Page 66 of Consume Me

I crash my mouth on hers again, and she pulls at the ends of my hair. Lifting her, I hook her leg over my thigh. Her hot core is so close, heating my blood.

“Stop talking.” I grit my teeth, trying to control myself, which is becoming impossible.

“Make me.”

“Is this tight pussy in need of a hard fucking?”

“Nope, because I don’t want you.”

With that, she slips off me and takes a step to the side, leaving me completely baffled.

“Your cunt just dripped all over my leg.”

“You can say thank you.”

“For fucking what?”

“For giving you material to jerk off to,” she says haughtily.

I stand there like a damn moron, watching her dry herself and dress before she leaves.

I quickly finish my shower, and I step out with water dripping off me. Picking up the towel she used doesn’t help to tame the raw need coursing through my veins.

In my room, I dress and start pacing around. I don’t know for how long, but I can’t sleep or think of anything but her. She’s there in every thought. Fuck it all. I am going to make sure she is in her bedroom, asleep, and not going to find Tyson.

The house is silent as I tiptoe toward her room. I flip the bird at Hunter’s closed door and let myself inside hers.

She’s in bed, typing away on her phone.

“Who are you texting?” If it’s that asshole, I am going to lose my shit.

Startled, she drops her phone and hurries to pick it up off the floor, but I am faster. Mia tries to fight me to get it but with no success.

I see the chat open. She’s asking Tyson how he is. I glare at the text and close the chat.

“Leave now,” she snaps.

“Or what?” I snap right back.

“I’ll scream.”

“You can, but whether that will help remains to be seen.”

She digs a finger into my chest. “What is your problem? You ignored me for a week and now, in one night, you’re all over me.”

“What do you want from me, Mia?”

“Nothing. I took what I wanted.”

I place her phone on her nightstand and move toward the window. Night has always soothed me. It’s easier to hide behind locked doors once night falls, pulling the mask on the pretense I’ve maintained. She’s even better at stripping me bare.

Turning around, she pulls her knees to her chest and rests her chin on them.

“You want me,” I say.

“You want me too,” she rasps. It sounds more like a question when it should be a damn statement.

Silence follows, trapping us in this back-and-forth limbo. I’m done, though. I’m too exhausted to keep fighting a losing battle. The reins to my control have been obliterated, and I wave the white flag, surrendering to my need.

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