Page 74 of Heartfelt Pain
I grab her elbow, pulling her back to my chest. “What happened today?”
She frowns. “Nothing. What are you talking about?”
“You’re a fucking liar,” I call her out. She squirms out of my grasp. “You left Sailor’s birthday party early. I know something happened.”
She grows guarded. “Did someone say something?”
“Did something happen with the girls?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m so fucking sick of everyone refusing to answer my questions.” Our chests touch and she tries to back up an inch. My arm wraps around her waist. “Hellcat, I know something happened. Please tell me.”
The nickname pisses her off. She put out this ridiculous rule that I can’t call her anything but her real name. But to me, she’s always been my hellcat.
“It’s not your business.” She shoves my chest away. I don’tmove an inch. “And I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood for your cock. Go away, Roma.”
“You’re upset about something.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m tired and overworked.” The words come with a bitter sarcastic tinge.
I don’t understand, though. “Are you?”
She lets out an irritated sigh. “Not you too.”
“Did somebody say that?” It’s obvious how busy she stays and she gets up at five in the morning. I don’t normally receive a text until about nine or ten at night and I know she hasn’t been home that long before I come over. “I mean you don’t really sleep that much.”
This time she shoves so hard that I rock back on my heels. My jaw clenches but my dick stirs. God, I love her anger.
“Fuck off, Roma.”
I cup her cheek. “If you’re tired and overworked, I could help you, you know.”
She smiles sweetly. Sarcastically. Ren is nothing but bitter edges these days. “No, you can’t, Roma. I’m not really interested in how good of a boy you’ve been today.”
She’s pressed into the wall before she can understand it.
“I’m not really interested,” I whisper into her ear, “in how much of a good boy I’ve been today either.”
“Roma.” She tries to elbow me.
“Hellcat.”
The little growl she lets out is cute. “Fuck you, Roma!”
A dark chuckle cracks my chest. My hand cups her pussy and her feet shuffle. There’s nowhere to move with my chest against her back and her breasts pushed into the wall. My erection digs into her back.
“You’ve gotten awfully mouthy, hellcat.”
“Roma,” she warns again. She doesn’t want to concede her control, but it’s only fair.
“Even good boys need to play a little.” I nip the shell of her ear.
This time my name is a whimper. “Roma. . .”
“You’re fucking soaked, hellcat. Have you been missing me?” I rock into her again, her body tensing. “Here let me rub you like you did me.”
The palm of my hand grinds into her pussy through the wet cloth of her underwear. She rocks against my hand.
