He’s going to need to keep proving it to me until I believe it.
Two more steps dig into me; one at my chest, the other at my stomach, as Eden forces my cheek flat against the wood with his hand on the back of my head.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growls in my ear, his back hunched as he looms over me.
“Why couldn’t you have just said sorry?”
“But I’m not sorry.”
He adds more weight to me with his forearm pressing against my spine.
I grip the step, trying to push against him.
“I never imagined you’d be this needy… What did you expect when I got back, ha? For me to come running at you with open arms to smother you with kisses. We hooked up one time. And you’ve done nothing to show me you’re worth that kind of affection.”
“You could have left a note.”
“This isn’t high school.”
“And what if something had happened to you? How would I know where to look if you didn’t come back?”
A dry, sinister laugh is his reply as he straddles me; kneeling on either side of my legs.
His arm rises from my back to lay on the step beside me, but his hand never stops holding my head down.
Scooping around my stomach, he dives beneath my hoodie and lifts my torso from the step so he can grope my chest.
“You like not knowing what I’m gonna do next, don’t you, Evie?”
“E–evie?”
“That’s right. You’re not an Adam, so that only leaves one other option.”
“Well you’re not a garden either, Eden. So why don’t I callyou, Eve?”
His lips are against my ear. “Cause I’m your entire world, and you’re only living in mine.”
The way my breath stutters out at his words would be embarrassing if I didn’t like hearing them so much.
“Now,yousay you’re sorry.”
I push my lips together and shut my eyes tight.
“Say it.”
“Mmm, mmm,” I mumble.
“Do you want to feel me?”
I open my eyes to look at him as best I can, and snarl.
“That’s what I thought. Now, say it.”
“I… I’m sorry,” I force out through clenched teeth, and as soon as I do, Eden grinds himself against my ass.
Closing my eyes again, I lose myself in the way he moves—torturously slow—dragging his dick over my ass, up and down, until I’m tilting my hips to feel him better.
“Is this not enough for you?”