Page 98 of Bleed for Me

Cradling my clothes in the crook of my arm, I turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “You had no problem with his so-called betrayal when you were buried inside Rosalie yourself,” I pointed out. “And then you proceeded to fuck her together. I don’t understand why you’re so worked up over it when you could both just share her.”

A muscle popped along the edge of his jaw, his icy blue eyes flickering over to where Rosalie slept soundlessly. “It would never work.”

“Why not?” I countered, striding toward my bed and lowering my clothing to the foot of it.

“You’re kidding me, right?” he snarled incredulously. “For one, she isn’t like us. I don’t even know why she’s here if I’m being honest. For two, anytime I see her with Archer I want to gut her like a fucking fish.” His nostrils flared as if the mere thought of seeing them together pissed him off.

I snorted a laugh and shook my head, crossing the room to collect my bathing products. Seven was a damn fool. He was jealous of Rosalie—that much was apparent. It still didn’t stop him from fucking her, not once, buttwice. It wasn’t my business, and I didn’t even know why I was entertaining him or his relationship problems. Probably because I was sick and tired of hearing them fight.

At last, Rosalie shifted on the bed, capturing my attention. The sheets jostled around her, on the brink of slipping and revealing that perfect, round ass of hers. Strands of blonde hair slipped down her tan back, brushing against her delicate skin. As if she were a magnet, Seven’s gaze fell on her, heat spreading through his irises.

I knew she was awake by how her breathing rhythm changed. It was deep and slow while she slept but had morphed into something quicker and uncoordinated. Clutching the blankets against her chest, she turned, her tired gaze locking with mine before moving over to where Seven stood. I didn’t miss the way she narrowed her eyes at him, her jaw tightening like she couldn’t stand the mere sight of him.

Had something happened between them since they had sex, or was she still pissed about the way he treated her after the fact?

Maybe you should pick her brain and find out.

I bet it would taste delicious.

My nose scrunched up with disgust. I was a lot of things, but a cannibal wasn’t one of them. Even the voices couldn’t talk me into doingthat.

“I see you’re making your rounds,” Seven commented with a sharp edge to his voice. “I’ll be sure to tell your little boyfriend about your extracurricular activities, so you don’t have to.”

She scoffed in response, pushing herself into a sitting position with the comforter still clutched to her chest. “He’s notmy boyfriend, so do what you want. I don’t give a fuck.” She paused, worrying her lip in contemplation as she rose.

I watched as she scoured the room, gathering up her clothes. She didn’t tell either of us to turn around, probably because she knew it wouldn’t do any good, and dropped the blanket. My gaze dropped to her round ass instantly, a groan building in my throat. She had a damn good body, and I hadn’t explored it as much as I’d wanted to. She hurriedly got dressed, tugging at the hem of her shirt while she turned to face us.

“You left a gift in my room,” she said slowly, pinning her blue eyes on Seven.

Confusion tore through me, causing my eyebrows to crumple. A gift? What the hell was she talking about?

He stared back at her, a cocky smirk curling the edges of his mouth upwards. “Did you like it?” he asked. “I thought it was a bit… what’s the word?” He tapped his chin in a mocking gesture. “Creative.”

Her lips twitched, but it wasn’t from amusement. “Maybe,” she agreed, taking a step toward him. “But I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.” Her voice was anything but sweet.

I glanced between the two of them, somehow becoming the outsider in whatever game this was between them.

Before Seven could even get a word out, she was cocking back her arm and driving her fist into his face. His head whipped to the side, the contact echoing throughout my room. I figured she’d bolt, just like she did the last time she hit him, but this time seemed different. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she placed her palms against his shoulders for support and drove her knee up between his legs. He crumpled to the floor instantly, an agonized sound rumbling through his chest as he clutched himself.

Unable to help myself, a surprised laugh left my lips.

Rosalie grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back and shooting a venomous look in his direction. “If you ever come into my room again and ruin my things, I will fucking murder you in your goddamn sleep.”

His eyes widened in surprise; the arrogance long gone.

What could he have possibly ruined to warrant this kind of?—

Oh…

The bear.

Blood was already beginning to blossom on the side of his lower lip, making him look slightly more unhinged. His initial surprise wore off and he narrowed his eyes at her, anger simmering within their depths.

“What was it about that bear anyway?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew it was sentimental to her for unknown reasons—that it had belonged to her younger sister. But it was only a stuffed animal.

She had no time to answer my question. Seven grabbed her, forcing a gasp from her lungs as he pulled her against him, winding his hand through her long blonde strands.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he growled. “Because now, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

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