Page 59 of Ruin
“Just suddenly? You expect me to believe that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Why are you here?”
“I told you why.”
I step toward him, our chests brush. He’s so warm. He smells so fucking good.
“I don’t believe you,” I hiss.
“What can I do to change that?” he asks gently.
I don’t say anything. I can’t. I hate when words are hard all the time, but I especially hate it with him. I want him to know everything that I’m feeling, and I hate when I can’t tell him. I hate when he doesn’t just know.
His fingers brush along my side. “Kolton,” he whispers. “What can I do?”
I blink, willing away the tears that fill my eyes.
“My sweet boy…”
“Don’t do that,” I choke out, stepping back and out of his touch. I miss it immediately, and hate that I do. He looks upset again, his face pained, like I’ve slapped him. “You can’t say things like that. You can’t just go back to how it was. Things are very different.”
“I know that.”
“I don’t think you do, Lucian. I think you came here hoping to jump into the past. Hoping to pretend it’s fifteen years ago and I’m just some sad little broken boy that you can tug along on a string.”
“I never thought that about you,” he snaps. “Never. I’ve always been the one who knew you were strong, Kolton. I’m the one who believed in you.”
“And I believed in you too. Until you fucking destroyed me.”
I shove past him to get to my truck.
“Hey!” he shouts, coming after me and grabbing my arm. “You’re not walking away from this conversation.”
I yank my arm out of his grip.
“Watch me.” I pull open my door, but with more strength than I thought he had, he slams it shut and shoves me out of the way. He glares at me.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I still love you. And I wasn’t lying when I said I would spend my life fixing what I broke. I fucked up, Kolton. And I know you’ve been living with a broken heart, but so have I, and I’m the only one to blame for it. How do you think that makes me feel? Knowing I’m the one who not only destroyed you, but myself too?”
“I don’t think it bothers you at all.”
His jaw clenches. “Is that so?” he seethes, stepping closer to me. “You think I don’t care about you? About us?”
“I know you don’t,” I spit back at him, but my voice barely has any heat to it at all.
My heart is pounding, my mouth dry. I don’t really know what’s going on here, but my body is reacting in a very strange way. It’s… confusing.
“You know what I think?” he asks, getting right in my face. So close his nose brushes mine. “I think you’re a fucking liar. You’re nothing but a brat looking to be put in his place, isn’t that right, Kolton?” I grit my teeth, refusing to answer him. “Because I bet if I told you to get on your knees for me and suck my cock, you’d do it.”
“Fuck you,” I growl.
He grins. “You want to?” he taunts. “No one has been inside me since you, you know.”
“Fuck you!” I shout, shoving him again. He stumbles back, but comes right back to me.
“I don’t think you really want that though. I think what you need is to be fucked.” His fingers slide into the front of my jeans, grasping them and pulling me to him. “So hard and so fast that you forget your own fucking name.” His nose brushes mine again, his lips so close I swear I can taste them. “Has anyone been inside you since me, Kolton?”
