Page 67 of Pin-up Girl

“Fuck,let someone know you’re there next time.” He sidestepped me altogether.

What the fuck? My gaze narrowed on him, and I wished like hell I could cut his ass up with the anger radiating through me. Just to see what his reaction would be, I stepped forward, and he stepped back. I took another step, and another, until his back was to the foot of the bed.

Because everything had to come to a head at some point, I shoved his shoulders as hard as I could, but the fucker only reared back a couple inches.

“What is your problem?” I yelled.

He yelled right back at me. “You! You are my problem! Everything was fine until you wedged your way into our circle. Why did you have to pick us? Why did you have to dig yourself in so deep and fuck everything up?” His eyes were wild, moving over the room and avoiding me.

“I fucked everything up?Idid? If you three hadn’t been dicking around with things that weren’t on the menu, I wouldn’t have been called in! If you think I get some kind of sick enjoyment out of this, you’re wrong. Most days, I wished my mother would have just abandoned me. Because surely that would have been better than living this shit life. Right? Stop being such a prick. You don’t want me here, I’m willing to leave. I’ll keep feeding Cassidy false information, and no one will know the wiser. Say the word, and I’ll walk away. Maybe that’s what I need, to get away from you three.”

He grabbed my arms so tight, I winced, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I just want…God! I don’t know what I want. You were possibly the best thing that had ever happened to us, but it doesn’t feel real. Now it feels tainted by Infinity, the one thing we hate the most. I love you so much, I think I fuckinghateyou.” He crushed his mouth against mine, our teeth clanking painfully together.

Somehow, his arms wrapped around me, and I slipped my hands under his shirt to dig into his skin. I needed that connection with him, to know he was in my arms, and this wasn’t some messed up fantasy I conjured up in my dreams. I clawed his back, leaving what I was sure to be red welts behind.

I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to hurt him like he was hurting me. No one had ever wanted me for me. Instead, they used me like some type of tool to do their dirty work. I was tired of it. I wanted to be my own person, and now that I’d met Milo, Emmett, and Jules, I wanted to love them. And I wanted them to love me, too.

But he was shattering every dream I’d built over the last month. Maybe I was stupid for thinking anything good could ever come from this. You should never place your happiness in the hands of someone else, they’d crush your spirit without even realizing they had the power. And if they knew? I didn’t even want to think of the carnage that would bring.

I bit his lip, hoping that fucker would bleed. What was coming over me? This wasn’t me, but that wasn’t right. He was pulling me back to the person I didn’twantto be.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against his mouth.

“No,” he whispered back. “I can’t. That is the worst fucking thing I could do.”

What happened to their declarations of wanting to try, to stay together? It was like one full night of sleep rewired their brains. At least for Emmett and Milo.

“Fuck that. This is the best thing we could do. We need this. I needyou. Do you like hearing that? That I need you? Well, I fucking do. And you know what? I hate you for it, too.” I whipped my shirt over my head, then pressed my breasts against his chest.

His hands dropped to cup my ass, grinding me against his hard cock. Then suddenly, he shoved me away from him as he speared his fingers through his hair and turned his back to me.

“We aren’t supposed to have sex without the others. Remember? We all agreed.”

That was his excuse now? So weak. “That was before everything blew up at your Dad’s. You said total honesty from now on, so the rules from before are out the window.” I pushed down my shorts and crawled up the bed naked.

“So what, you think we should just fuck it out?” His bitter laugh grated against my skin, but I ignored it.

“Hell yes, we need to fuck it out. Our anger and betrayal, rage and lust.”

Milo’s entire body vibrated, his fists clenched at his sides. “That’s not going to make me trust you.”

“Maybe not, but you need an outlet, and so do I. Let’s use each other.” I gripped the pillow behind my head and spread my legs. Milo had the perfect view where he stood at the end of the bed.

No more words were needed as he pounced on me, but instead of stretching out over me, he tried to flip me over.

“Nope. Every time except once, you’ve turned me away from you. That stops now.” I locked my arms and legs around his body, trapping him.

“Then this stops.” His cheek brushed my temple as he delivered what he thought was a harsh blow to my ego. I wasn’t about to give up that easily.

“What happened, Milo? Why are you so afraid of seeing my face while we fuck? Did someone hurt your feelings or traumatize you when you were young?” I was taunting him, and any other time, it probably wouldn’t have worked. He was too centered for that.

Today, he bunched the blankets on either side of my head and pounded his fists into the mattress, bouncing both of us from the force. “Because every fucking girl I’ve ever slept with wanted me for my money, position, or power. I hated seeing their faces while I fucked them. Hated the hope and calculation in their eyes. That’s why I turn them away from me. You’re no different, are you, Elise?”

He didn’t really mean that. The look in his eyes said as much, but he was trying to pick a fight. I’d rather have sex instead.

“Try it and find out.” I pulled his face down to mine, putting every ounce of myself into the kiss. Nipping, licking, sucking. He kept his hands caught in the blankets, and that just made everything that much hotter.

I rolled my hips, rubbing myself over his hard cock. The tight grip of my legs kept him in place, teasing him. He needed to let go and lose control, just once, like he almost did in the back of his Caddy.

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