Page 53 of You Were Never Not Mine

“With what?” I slap my hand over my mouth, wishing I’d never asked.

“Whatever you want.” Oh, he sounds amused. I’m sure he thinks he’s got me, and you know what?

I’m going to let him think that.

“Please, August. Please unlock the door.”

“You sound too polite.”

He’s deranged, I swear it.

“Cry for me, Sin. Let me know just how badly you want out of there.”

I clear my throat, irritation flowing through my veins. God, he’s insufferable. “Please, August. I’m begging you. Let me out. I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Being in here alone.” I am lying through my teeth. I’m too pissed off. Fear isn’t even a second thought. “Help me, August. I’m scared.”

“You should be scared of me.” He’s undoing the lock and I step away from the door, watching as it slowly sweeps open and he’s standing there, as handsome as ever, a smug look on his gorgeous face. “Don’t be scared, Sin. I’ll take care of you.”

Is he for real right now? God that was easy.

I put on my best pleading expression and rest my clutched hands against my obvious cleavage. His gaze drops to them, lingering there, and I realize he’s staring at my chest. Figures. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You’re wel?—”

Before he can get the words out, I’m darting out the door, exiting his room and running down the hall toward the stairwell. He chases after me, grabbing me around the waist and picking me up so my feet are dangling. Squealing, I struggle within his hold, kicking my feet and trying to break free, but he just squeezes me closer.

“I can’t trust you for shit,” he mutters close to my ear, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin, making me shiver. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m going to scream,” I threaten. “Loud enough for the entire house to hear.”

He slaps his hand over the lower half of my face, effectively silencing me as he drags me back into his bedroom, kicking thedoor shut. I’m yelling beneath his palm, trying to turn my face, but his grip is too strong. A gasp escapes me when he pushes me onto the bed and I fall backward, landing with a hard bounce. Rising up on my elbows, I watch as he stands at the foot of the bed, taking him in.

His legs are spread and his arms hang at his side, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing is ragged and he licks his lips, his gaze skimming over me, lingering on my thighs, which are completely exposed thanks to my dress rising up.

“You make me fucking insane,” he mutters, taking a step toward the bed. Then another one. “I should punish you for that little stunt you just pulled.”

“Fuck you, August.” I spit his own words back at him, fueled by hatred and lust and some inexplicable emotion that’s swirling within me. An emotion I always seem to feel whenever he’s near. I have no idea what it is, but I hate it. Crave it.

Need it.

He reaches for me, each of his hands locking around my ankles as he jerks my legs open. A gasp escapes me, a trickle of fear and lust pooling in my stomach. Lower. His fingers are gentle, streaking up the inside of my calves, making goosebumps rise on my skin and his smile is knowing.

“I can smell you.” His gaze lifts, locking with mine, the color of his eyes fiery pools of blue. “Your cunt.”

I stare back, unable to speak. Too overcome.

“You like this, you sick little fuck.” His hands shift higher, spreading my thighs wide, palms against my flesh pinning me open for his gaze. “No panties.”

I’m dripping down my thighs at having him touch me, looming over me. Big and powerful and filled with the capability to snap me like a twig if he wanted. His fingers crawl up my left thigh, encountering nothing but smooth skin and the pleased growl that leaves him makes me nearly hum with pleasure.

“Bare.” His gaze is fixed on my pussy, which is fully exposed, thanks to my dress riding up past my hips. “You did as I asked.”

I remain quiet, closing my eyes to fight off the humiliation that wants to take over. I’m weak when it comes to him and I hate it. Worse, I don’t understand it. It doesn’t feel right, to like this. To want this. With him.

“A pretty little pink pussy, just like I knew it would be.” He dips his head, dropping a kiss right at the top of my slit. I nearly jerk off the bed. His lips are burning hot against my wet skin. “You dressed like a complete slut tonight.”

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