Page 11 of Corrupt Idol

She stopped breathing.

The knob jiggled as Jesse turned it again. “I made dinner.”

As if she was going to eat anything he made for her. “I’m good,” she called in a stuffy voice.

“You should eat.”

She scowled. Now he was Jesse the nursemaid. He could kiss her ass. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I’ll save some for you.”

Whatever. She exchanged the damp pillow for a dry one and blew her nose as she hugged a blush colored pillow to her chest and curled into a ball. She’d been so sure she could handle Jesse. She thought she had the balls to stop him from taking advantage and that she could laugh in his face. She wasn’t laughing now. He had taken her over so easily. The way he talked to Dad and Lynne, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, sent a chill down her spine. How did he do that? How could he act as if nothing happened? Why was she curled in a ball in her bedroom while he was eating and probably watching sports on TV? Was there something wrong with her? Why couldn’t she shrug off everything like him? Why couldn’t she be cool and detached? She hated that he could dissolve her into a blubbering mess. She wasn’t a teenager anymore, but she felt like one. She hadn’t changed one damn bit.

* * *

Mason,her ex-boyfriend, was making love to her. He brushed kisses over her face as he did something with his hips that made her arch her back. Whoever he had been with since they broke up had taught him amazing things. He was showing more technique and finesse than he had when they were together.

Something about that niggled at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t focus, not when he was working her just right. Her body hummed as zips of pleasure nipped at her heels.Yes. She rarely got off during vaginal sex. She always had to take care of herself later, but Mason was nailing it tonight. He was hitting all the right points while biting her breasts and sucking on her neck. Damn. He upped his game big time. He tilted her hips, going even deeper and she moaned.

“You forgot the window.”

It took a moment for the words to register. Shouldn’t he be whispering hot, dirty shit in her ear? What the hell did‘You forgot the window’mean? Whoever Mason learned these moves from needed to give him more lessons. Physically, he was killing it, but the dirty talk needed work.

“You were made for me.”

Something wasn’t right. Mason’s voice wasn’t that deep and on second thought, the hands moving over her were rough, calloused. Mason worked at a movie theater. He didn’t have the hands of a construction worker.

“That’s my good girl.”

Good girl.Her eyes flew open. It took several seconds for her mind to clear and her vision to adjust to the light. It wasn’t Mason fucking her slow and sweet. It was Jesse riding her as if he had every right to. There was a bedside lamp on and he was as naked as she was.

She braced her hands on his shoulders. “Stop!”

“I told you to spread and even in sleep, you listened to me. You know my voice, my touch. You knowme, Vi.”

“Idon’tknow you!”

“Yet your body clutches at mine.” He planted himself deep, making her squirm as he pulsed inside her. “God, you’re fucking soaked for me. You think locked doors can keep you from me?”

“You’re a monster,” she whispered.

He switched his rhythm from fucking to hip rolling. His fingers came into play and she stiffened. Rough she could handle. Gentleness hurt her in places she couldn’t describe. She clawed his back, provoking him so he would go back to the cruel asshole he’d been earlier today. He didn’t take the bait. He covered her face with light, teasing kisses that made her lash out. She scored his neck before he pinned her wrist to the mattress.

“Didn’t you miss me even a little?” he breathed in her ear.

“No!”

“I missed you. I missedthis.”

His low, earthy groan made her wetter. Fucking hell! He tucked his face beside hers as he lifted her knees so he could go deeper.

“I learned early on in life that you have to take what you want.”

She gripped his hair and yanked savagely. “You had no right!”

How many times had her mind replayed a scenario like this? Her pinned to the bed with Jesse over her and her childhood bedroom as the backdrop? But this time he was stronger, she was angrier, and there was no one here to save her.

“I claimed the right,” he said against her lips. “And I don’t regret it. I still don’t.”

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