Page 53 of Bittersweet Revenge
“Ugh.Fine,” Aislin says. “Go get dressed, Dean.”
I move to get off him, but Tiernan grabs my hips, holding me down. “You leave her, I’ll kill you. Something happens to her, I’ll kill you.”
“Yes, I know. You’ll kill me if I breathe wrong.” And he will, but I’m not afraid of him. I’m not afraid of dying. I climb off his lap, and he yells after me, “Don’t take a shower.”
“Fuck you!” I call back, but I’m smiling…and I plan to do exactly as he says.
I hear his footsteps behind me on the stairs, then Aislin’s, “Seriously. No fucking. If you’re not down here in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”
“Calm down. I’m getting him clothes,” Tiernan calls just before I hit the landing and his arms wrap around me from behind. “I could fuck you…and she’d wait.” I let him push me so my stomach is against the wall, him against me. “It’s fun having a toy.”
“You call me that again, and I’ll show you how much of a fighter I am.” Still, I push my ass back against him.
“Well, now you’re just threatening me with a good time. The fight in you is my favorite part.” He bites my lip, then he’s gone, and I swear, I almost whimper at the loss of contact. “Seriously, though…she’s stubborn, and Cil will have to hold her back from leaving if you don’t hurry. I pretend not to know how much of a bad bitch she is, but it’s true.”
He walks into his room, and I follow.
“She’s…” Tiernan trails off.
“Nothing will happen to her. She’s right, she’s in class, but if something does happen, I’ll be there.”
He gives me a quick nod, which feels like his way of saying thank you without using the words.
Tiernan is already dressed for the day. He must have grabbed his shirt off the floor before coming up.
“Wear what you want. After class, take Aislin with you to your dorm and get what you need to stay here for a few days.”
My skin prickles, and not with disgust as it should. Still, I can’t give him anything too easily. “I’m not them. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“We also both know you want to be in my bed, and you will be.”
He throws a pair of boxer briefs at me, and I jerk his shorts and my dirty ones down and pull the clean ones on. “Just because I like having sex with you.”
He shrugs. “I don’t give a fuck about the reason, just the result.” Tiernan gets one of his fancy shirts and walks over to me. “You know what it means, being in this house, right?”
I frown, noticing the shift in the air in the room. “Yes.”
“And if you do anything I wouldn’t want you to do, or say anything I wouldn’t want you to say…”
“You can trust me.”
“I don’t trust anyone. Not completely.”
“That makes two of us.” Thinking of Cillian and Rory, I add, “You put more trust in those around you than I do.”
He grabs my chin, holds it so I can’t turn away and have to look at him—though it’s not like I want my eyes anywhere else. “Don’t make me regret it. I always do what needs to be done.”
It’s my warning, one I don’t need him to give me. One that makes a delicious swirl of adrenaline twist inside me. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” It’s another layer of my facade falling away.
Tiernan slams his lips down on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, taking what he craves. Thriving on my response.
There’s no denying that everything I should despise in Tiernan is mirrored in me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Tiernan
My exam inConstitutional Law is long and boring, but I reward myself by going to my World Literature class afterward. It’s my favorite one this semester.
