Page 128 of If Our Hearts Collide

To claim.

To worship.

To own.

There’s no path out of this situation that won’t lead to hell. I am literally delaying the inevitable.

I slipped up tonight, and while I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again after sending Penny mixed messages during our self-defense session, I know I’m a liar. I know that if this girl keeps dangling her forbidden fruits in front of me, she’s goingto unleash the hunger inside me that won’t be quenched until I make her completely mine.

If Penny only realized how dark my desires for her go, then she would understand why a rejection by me is the best thing for her right now. She isn’t ready for what I have to offer, and she sure isn’t ready for the baggage I bring to the table.

When we get up to her place, she unloads the contents of her handbag all over the floor outside her apartment, most likely looking for her keys.

“Why do you have plastic spiders in your bag?” I ask, growing very suspicious she’s the person who placed one into my glass the other day.

“Oh, no reason.”

It’s amazing how much a small rectangular bag can hold.

I watch as this firecracker of a girl sifts through all her belongings, excited to find the key that should never have taken three minutes to locate.

By the time she stands to insert it, she notices my own in her lock.

“That’s obnoxious, you know?” she says with a glare. “I guess I need to change the locks.”

“And I guess I’ll just need to make a new key then.”

“That’s breaking the law.”

“Report me.”

She sticks her tongue out, turns my key, and pushes open the door in a huff.

“Fuck!” Luke calls out over his shoulders.

I shoot daggers at him as he stumbles about the place, covering up his freaking dick with the palms of his hands, while some girl pouts her lips that she had to stop giving what appears to be a blowjob.

Penny’s mouth completely gapes, as her eyes stay glued on the situation. “Shit,” she slowly whispers, her voice sounding throaty and raw.

I pull her away from her place, slam the door without a care for anyone on the floor within hearing range, and usher her back down the hallway.

She tugs on my arm, but I keep moving, pulling her toward the elevators and away from her horned-up roommate.

“What is happening?” She lets out a strained giggle, as she tries to look back to where we just left. “What did I just witness?”

Anger bubbles inside me. That idiot. “That there was your dog of a roommate getting it on with some eager participant. How often does he forget you live there too, Penny?”

She shrugs, watching mindlessly as I slam the button on the wall. “I, uh, not often.”

“So this has happened before?”

“No. I mean, unless my mind is blocking out the trauma.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m sure he is clothed now and his cock has simmered down to a lukewarm state.”

And then she loses it in a fit of laughter over her little joke and play on words with his name.

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