Page 41 of Heart Sick Hate

The bathroom’s small and dimly lit. And when I step inside, there’s no stall, just a single toilet and a sink. Spinning around, Crew pushes the door closed behind him and locks it.

“Why are you here?” I ask him, unable to bury my frustration.

“You’re drunk.”

“It’s a bar.” I wave my arms out. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”

He takes a step closer, and I try to back up, but there’s nowhere to go when I press against the wall.

“Those guys are up to no good.”

“Maybe I’m not either,” I taunt him.

“You think it’s that easy?” His eyes narrow, and he gets so close I’m craning my neck to look up at him. “You think you can date my brother, offer me your virginity, and then parade yourself around in front of other men? Is that what you want to do, Goldie—wreak havoc? Because I’ll slice his fingers off for touching you if a reaction is what you’re after.”

“I don’t need your reactions.”

“Don’t you?” He ticks his head to the side, and I’m no longer sure. “Last night you were begging me to fuck you. You sure you’re not just trying to piss me off right now?”

I hate how he sees through my emotions. How he’s right.

I poked the bear in my texts for a reason. I didn’t like that Crew turned me down, and now I’m pushing him because I can’t get him out of my head.

“You had your chance.” I tip my chin up. “Now I’m moving on to other options.”

I try to step around him, but he closes in on me. His fingers wrap my throat, and he pins me to the wall, holding me in place. Dipping his face to mine, we’re so close our noses brush.

“No, princess.” He leans closer, and he might as well be breathing me in. “You’re not.”

“Says who?”

He chuckles darkly. “Me.”

With one hand pinning me to the wall by my throat, he runs the other over my hip, slowly moving in until he’s at the button on my shorts. He pops it and drags the zipper down in one smooth movement. But instead of pulling them off, he slips his hand inside and cups my pussy over my underwear.

“Fuck.” I can’t help but moan as he applies pressure.

His fingers drag back and forth and the heel of his hand digs into my clit. I drive my hips forward to try and ride the waves already starting to hit. In one night, he learned everything he needs to know about my body, and right now he’s using what he knows feels good against me.

“You’re going to be a good girl and listen to what I tell you to do, Echo.” His lips brush my ear as he pushes my panties to the side, and he slips a finger through my wetness, putting pressure on me, but refusing me what I want.

“Why would I do that?”

He rocks his hand back and forth, and my eyes close as I fight to even my breath. We both know he’s in control whether I like it or not.

“Because good girls get what they want.” He applies more pressure, and I feel myself starting to build.

I’m teetering on the edge, and as if he senses it, he pulls his hand away and leaves me aching. My eyes fly open, but I can’t move as he refuses to release my neck. Drawing his hand up between us, he drags his wet fingers over my lips, painting them and forcing me to taste myself.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” He leans in and licks my mouth.

It’s almost too much. The heat of his tongue, the taste of us both together.

He steps back and releases me, which is when I realize I’m trying to hold onto the wall as my knees shudder.

“Drink some water. Sober up.” He takes another step back but doesn’t break our staring contest.

“I’m not yours to command.”

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