Page 12 of The Mistakes You Make
Part of me wants her to try.
I run my eyes down the length of her. Her black dress wraps around her curves, showing them off perfectly, and thanks to me carrying her out here, the hem sits dangerously high on her thighs.
My mouth waters for her, my cock strains against the zipper of my pants.
I work my way up over her slim waist, full breasts, and slender neck, but it’s not until I get to her eyes that I see the fire I was expecting.
“You’re lying to me, Princess.”
“Oh?” Her head tilts to the side slightly as if she’s innocent.
She’s not fucking innocent. A long way from it.
I take a step forward, the scorching heat from her body damn near burning mine.
“You can’t play me, Princess. I’m in charge here.”
My knuckles brush up the side of her body and I don’t miss the gasp of surprise that rips up her throat as I skim the side of her breast.
A satisfied smile threatens to pull at my lips knowing that she’s as aware of our connection as I am.
I’ve always fucking felt it.
My need to linger, to make her do it again, is almost too much to bear. But I fight it, instead, lifting my hand higher until my fingers wrap around the smooth skin of her throat.
She swallows nervously under my touch but she shows no other signs of fear knowing that I could end her life in a few seconds flat like this.
This is part of why I can’t stay the fuck away from her.
Even after all the shit I’ve thrown at her over the years. She’s never fucking reacted to me.
I need it. I fucking crave it.
She’s been inside my head since the first day I laid eyes on her, yet I’m nothing to her. Fucking nothing.
My fingers tighten with irritation as our past flashes through my mind like a fucking movie.
I thought I hated her when we were fourteen.
But apparently, it was a momentary lapse in judgment because I wasn’t the one she was letting her walls down for.
My teeth grind as our eyes hold. Hers silently challenging mine in a way that holds me captive, just like they have for damn near fifteen years.
“You’re not welcome here,” I breathe. “No one fucking wants you here.”
“You’re wrong.Youare the only one who doesn’t want me here. Sky,Leo—” She smirks, knowing that mentioning his name is going to hurt and she wants a reaction out of me. She’s going to be damn out of luck though because all she’s getting is my fucking wrath. “They want me here. In fact, they’re probably looking for me.”
“Sky is currently getting fucked six ways from Sunday and won’t have even noticed you gone. And Leo—” I spit his name in disgust. I know him. I know everyone in this town and he’s a fucking pussy. Nowhere near good enough for the likes of Scarlett Hunter. “I’m doing you a favor.”
“I highly doubt that,” she seethes. “Anything that involves spending time with you, is never a good thing.”
A growl rumbles up my throat at her words and a smile curls at her lips.
“Am I supposed to be impressed by that little stunt to get me out here?” she sasses. “It’s nice to know you’re aware of how much I hate you and that I’d never have come willingly.”
“Shut up,” I spit, my fingers tightening as the first droplets of rain find their way through the trees above us and hit me on the head. The cool water landing on my overheating skin.
“You want a girl to comply while you attempt topunishher, then I can assure you that you picked the wrong one to play with.”
