Page 107 of Zero Chance

Fooled.

And turned the fuck on, which pissed me off more than anything.

Latching onto the anger, I growled, “You made me think I was with someone else.”Then my voice cracked.“You duped me.”

Instead of fighting back, the wounded hitch in my voice made her gaze splinter with regret, and she started to shake her head in denial.

“Don’t fucking shake your head at me,” I ordered.“I called you Makaylanumeroustimes.YouknewI thought you were someone else.Why didn’t you correct me?”

“I—” She ducked her head and looked anywhere but at me.“I tried to, but you…”

When she shook her head, unwilling to continue the explanation, I grabbed her arms.“Iwhat?”

“Stop.Let me go,” she rumbled in a low, warning voice.When she shook me off, I lifted my hands but didn’t back away.

“Why?”I wanted to know.

She shook her head again, still unable to look at me.

“Waverly,” I warned.

Her brown eyes rose to mine with defiant irritation.

“Why?”I repeated.

She glanced past me, clearly wanting to escape.

I shifted into her path, forcing her to look at me.Finally managing to quell my tone, I murmured, “I just want to understand.”

Shoulders slumping with defeat, she squeezed her eyes shut for a second before looking up at me and wincing.“I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal.You have sex with literally everyone else.Why would one more girl matter?—?”

“Because itmatters,” I bit out.

“Why?”she asked, turning thewhyquestion my way, and honestly looking confused.

Hissing in frustration, I grabbed the front of her shirt and hauled her against me, kissing her—again—in the hopes of showing her why.Because she was the untouchable, and now that I’d touched her, I was never going to be able to stop.

IknewI wouldn’t.

Already addicted, I stabbed my tongue between her teeth and used my free hand to cup her face as I feasted, gorging myself on the ecstasy of it.She tasted so fucking good; I didn’t want to ever let go.

Whimpering, she wound her arms around my neck, and need surged hot and heavy through me.I released my grip from their current locations and started to grip the hem of her shirt, intent to get her naked.

Until a chair down on the first level scraped across the floor, reminding me we were in a very public place.

“God!Fuck.”I lurched backward, wiping my mouth with my hand and scowling.“Why the hell do you keep making me do that?”

She frowned in confusion, her breathing just as labored as mine.“I didn’t make you doanything.”

“Well, you must have because I certainly didn’t intend to kiss you.Hell, I never wanted to doanythingwith you.”

She flinched, but I kept going because I was so mad I couldn’t think straight.

“That’swhy it matters, by the way,” I told her.“You made me accept a blowjob and go down on someone I didn’twantto.”

Her chin trembled, and I could see the signs; she wanted to cry.

I’d hurt her.

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