Page 48 of Bleed for Me

“What did I say about watching that tone?” he growled, his warm breath fanning against my lips.

Nervous energy prickled along my skin, and I was suddenly acutely aware of how close we were, and of the danger he exuded. Swallowing thickly, I averted my gaze. “Are you done?” I breathed, trying my best to hide the shakiness from my voice. I was absolutely terrified of him, and he knew it. He was feeding off it.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, but it held no amusement. It promised darkness, pain, and malice. With his free hand, he gripped my jaw between his fingers and jerked my face so that I was forced to look at him again. His eyes were darker than usual, and it had warning bells resounding within my skull.

“Leave before I hurt you,” he ground out.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I jerked out of his hold and took off in a run, not bothering to slow until I was nearing my room. I slipped through the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding furiously.

My encounter with him weighed heavily on me. It was surprising that he’d shown any restraint and released me before doing something awful. It was the last thing I expected from him. He was quick to anger, that much was obvious. He was dark, dangerous, a murderer even. So why did getting under his skin exhilarate me? It left me disoriented, but it also felt likesome kind of twisted craving—a high, if you will. If I wasn’t careful, he’d probably end up killing me.

Why did that knowledge not terrify me as it had before we’d ever spoken?

FOURTEEN

SEVEN

Callisa’s moans permeated the room, her fists tightening around the sheets of my bed as I thrusted into her. She was bent over the bed, my hand tangled in her blonde hair. Fuck Archer, and fuck Rosalie. If he was allowed to want to screw someone else, then I could, too.

“Fuck, Seven. Just like that,” she panted, her sounds urging me on.

I pounded into her violently, the only sounds in the room were the noises she made, and my skin slapping against hers. Her juices ran down my cock, making me slip in with ease. She wasn’t the best lay I’d ever had, but she’d do. I was so pissed off that I wasn’t even sure I’d need to make her bleed in order to cum.

My skin was slick with sweat, my hair just as drenched as it stuck to the sides of my face. I brought my free hand down hard on her ass, causing her to jerk forward, a whimper falling from her lips. We’d been going at this for the last hour, and I was still no closer to getting off. My muscles burned in protest with everymovement I made, and exhaustion was settling into me. She had to be sore by now, but she didn’t complain once.

Moving my hands to her hips, I used them to yank her back onto my cock while I drove forward, causing it to go even deeper inside. My breaths were ragged, and my body was begging for release, but the last thing I was going to do was run back to Archer. Her moans got louder, and I could feel her tightening around me. She’d already come three times. It didn’t take long for her to explode around me again, a cry bubbling up from her throat and puncturing the air.

My bedroom door opened, causing me to tense. Jerking my head to the side, my eyes clashed with Archer’s. His lips were parted in disbelief, anger radiating off him as he took in the scene. Catalina gasped, scrambling to cover herself with my comforter, her eyes bouncing over to a pissed off Archer. Tucking myself back in my jeans, I glanced at the naked woman.

“Get dressed,” I instructed, guilt gnawing away at me.

Archer never moved, seemingly frozen to the spot like he couldn’t believe what he just walked in on. Once Catalina was dressed, she hurried from the room, closing the door behind her. I dropped down on the edge of my bed, refusing to let him see how bad I felt that he’d walked in on it.

He finally made his way over to me, his jaw coiled tight with tension. “What the fuck, Seven,” he growled, his blue eyes flashing with fury.

Schooling my features, I barely gave him a glance. “I thought we were allowed to fuck other people.” I shrugged. “It’s not like we’re exclusive, right?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I didn’t bother looking at him again, keeping my gaze trained on the closet door adjacent to me. “Let me ask you something,” I began. “If Rosalie wanted to have sex with you, would you turn her down?”

He was silent for a few moments, and that silence was all the confirmation I needed. “I said you could fuck her, too,” he countered like that was supposed to make me feel better.

I snorted in response, my blood boiling with anger and frustration. “I don’t want her past her virginity,” I snapped. “If I fuck her, it’ll be because of her virtue and blood, or to simply just teach her a lesson. If I fuck her, I’ll make ithurt.” My gaze snapped to his again. “Not everyone is obsessed with your little slut, Archer. She didn’t hang the goddamn moon.”

Rosalie was hot as shit, but she was coming in between me and my best friend, and no girl was worth that. Every day that went by, Archer seemed more and more enraptured by her, and it pissed me off. Deep down, I knew he couldn’t help it. It’s how his body was wired, but it didn’t hurt any less. I’d been by his side since we met, and once we started fucking, new emotions surfaced.

“So, what?” he asked after a few seconds. “You’re just going to go around fucking who ever the hell you want, now?” I didn’t miss the pain in his tone, and it had my chest tightening with guilt.

“It only seems fair.”

He huffed out a breath. “Rosalie?—”

“Is not the fucking exception,” I snapped, cutting him off. “If you want her, then go get her. But I’m not going to be waiting on the sidelines for you, Archer.” I deserved more than that, and deep down, he had to know that, too. The way he felt walking in on me and Cat, is exactly the way I’ve been feeling since he started pining over Rosalie. He even knew she was a virgin, and I was scared to know how he found that out.

Sighing, he made his way toward me and lowered himself to his knees between my legs. Bracing himself against the bed on either side of me, he peered up at me through long, dark lashes.

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

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