Page 30 of Yearn

“I get off on women who don’t hide behind bullshit. It was fine when we kept our distance. Pretended we despised each other. But you crossed the line now, sucking me in, and I’m not about to go back.”

Panic coursed through me. What was he doing? Everything between us had no name or label. It hid in the dark offorgetfulness so I could freely love Max and stay safe. At this moment, I hated him for blowing it all up. My temper exploded. “Who do you think you are? We shared a story about our shitty childhoods and that makes you believe you have rights to more? Get over yourself, Adam. I’m not one of your groupies and I’m in love with your best friend!”

I pushed him away but he didn’t budge. A mocking laugh escaped those sensual lips. “Back to lies, huh? You don’t love Max—he just fits into your perfect idea of what you want your life to look like. Max can’t give you what you really need.”

Steam practically rose from my pores. I poked at his hard chest. “Oh, is that right? You have no idea what Max gives me and how much I love it. You’d have no clue how to give a woman more than a few orgasms and move on because you share nothing.”

“I knew exactly what you needed the moment you walked into the bar and chose Max instead of me. Youwantsafe. But what you need is someone to fuck you like you always dreamed.” His animal scent rose up to my nostrils, making me drunk along with his words. He slowly tore me apart with each word nailed at me. “You need a man you can’t control, who won’t beg forgiveness. You need a man who can give you more than one neat little orgasm. You need a man who will tear you apart piece by piece, and consume you alive.”

Shock unfurled along with an electric heat sizzling under my skin. “You’re disgusting.”

I was shaking with outrage, and something else. Something that horrified me even more than his words.

He leaned in, his hot breath rushing over my lips. “That’s right, princess. Keep pretending you don’t like it.”

“I don’t!”

He made a tsking noise. “Liar. Poor Max doesn’t know what you really want. What’s the matter? You’re not brave enough to beg him to treat you like the little whore you are?”

My body exploded into flames at his words. My breath released from my lungs with a whoosh, and my pussy was immediately wet and achy. My nipples stabbed against my halter top. And that son of a bitch saw it all, his gaze raking over my body with a smug male grin that made me want to tear his eyes out. “You’re sick,” I whispered, my voice trembling with rage.

The air sizzled with sexual tension. The shadows darkened and closed around us. His dark eyes bore into mine, then dropped to my lips.

“And so are you. Because you want to be fucked in all the ways you dreamed. You want to be treated like a plaything instead of a princess. You want someone to rough you up, make you come, make you scream, and not ask for permission. Ain’t that right?”

I was going to come and he hadn’t even touched me.

Lust and hate tangled inside and combusted. My heart frantically beat in my chest.

His snarl told me he now knew my secrets and wouldn’t forget it.

I had to get out of here before I did something we both could never take back.

“Touch me and I’ll tell Max. Now get out of my way.”

He wasn’t afraid of my threats, which thrilled me. He slammed both hands against the wall, trapping my head between them. Slowly and deliberately, he spoke right against my ear. “If I did touch you; if I slid my fingers into your hot little pussy, you’d be dripping wet for me, right princess?”

I shook like I was in a fever. I tried to bring my hands up to push him away, to deny all of it, but he was already pulling away, a low dirty laugh escaping his carved lips.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Then he left me there in the pub, pressed against a dirty wall, knees weak.

Yearning for what he offered.

Adam

I’d fucked up.

I walked in an angry rhythm, through the empty sidewalks, and fumbled for a cigarette. My hands shook as I lit it and tried to get my clawing hunger under control. There were no more places to hide anymore. I’d told her the truth; ripped aside her blinders; and betrayed my best friend.

What a night.

Cursing under my breath, I shook my head hard. If only I hadn’t caught a glimpse of her broken soul. The one that longed and bled and hungered for everything I did. The one who had to break free from her crappy past and re-make herself into someone who refused to fail. Maybe that’s what I’d seen in her from the beginning. Another half of me. And I’d followed the scent to the bitter end, leading to a dark hall in a pub with her trapped against the wall.

My mind flashed on the memory of her face. Lust dilating her pupils; breath strangled in her lungs. Her entire body convulsed for me. I almost lost my shit, feeling like an animal, craving to slide my fingers into her dripping pussy and confirm she wanted everything I promised. Sure, I’d suspected what she was hiding underneath all those dumb blonde remarks and vapid behavior.But tonight, I’d confirmed my worst fears, and nothing would ever be the same.

I’d give anything to have Landon in my bed. Even if I blew up everything around me to get her there.