Page 69 of Strike & Score
She gasps for breath, panting while drool dribbles out of her mouth, looking like the prettiest fucking mess. And she’s not backing down. The tears that streaming down her cheek aren’t from sadness, her eyes are filled with so much need and fire, I tuck myself back into my pants and drop down to my knees in front of her.
Her eyebrows pull together and I pull the mask off, dropping it onto the ground so she can really see me.
“Tell me you’ve just been pretending this whole time.”
She closes her mouth, and I hear her teeth click together.
I grab her face, squeezing her cheeks together. “Tell me.”
“I—” she struggles, and I let up on my grip to let her speak. “I lied.”
“Lied to who?” I narrow my eyes, feeling like she’s about to continue to lie to me.
“To my teammates,” she practically whispers.
“Because you like this. You want this, right?”
She nods.
“You wantme?”
She nods again.
“Not some limp dick your mom wants to set you up with. Not because you’re here for the Rites. You want me?”
Mayson scoffs. “I mean I wouldn’t go that far, I still am only here because of the Ri?—”
I cut her off, scooping her up in my arms and tossing her over my shoulder while she protests. I land a sharp smack onto her ass. She doesn’t try to fight me too much as I carry her back to the house, and out of the cold.
Once we’re inside, I’m salivating for more of her, and I know I can’t wait to get her to my room. I drop her onto the kitchen counter, and she squeals when her ass hits the stone. I cage her in with my hands framing her hips.
“Since we’re coming clean, I’ll tell you everything too.” She shifts around, breaking our eye contact, but I don’t let her. Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her eyes up to mine. “But you’re not allowed to let it change anything.”
“That’s not how this works,” she argues.
“It is with us.”
She looks at me skeptically. “I have every right to be mad at you if I want.”
“Fine, you can be mad, but I’ll always make it better. So when I tell you that I spiked your drink that night the Rites started to get you here, you can be mad, but not for long.”
“What?” she screeches, slapping me and trying to push me away.
“It’s not like I touched you or anything. I wanted you willing and able when that happened.” I pin her legs down with my hips, and grab her wrists, locking them behind her back. “Which you were.”
“You’re fucking deranged. Get away from me.”
“No, I’m not done with my truths yet.”
“I don’t give a shit to hear anymore from you.”
“Too bad, you’re going to.” I hold her in place as I continue. “I knew you were going to be mine the second I laid eyes on you, and I wasn’t going to stop until that was the case.”
She scoffs. “You have a weird way of showing it. I remember when you fucked my friend my senior year.”
“I wanted you to see. I wanted to see what you would do. I hoped you’d fight me. I’ve always loved your fight. I’ve loved everything about you.”
“You wouldn’t know love if it punched you in the nuts.”
