Page 38 of The War Revision
“I’ve been busy.” He gives me a side glance before returning his focus on the barista. “Not anymore,” Kaiden’s voice has taken a sultry hint to it. I recognize it as his on-the-prowl tone.
“Maybe yoga would’ve helped you meditate instead of fighting.” The barista smirks, brushing his fingers on Kaiden’s bruised jaw.
My fists clench as my irritation increases. I know Kaiden is a big flirt. And during our fooling around, I actually liked watching him coquetting with other people, because I was the one taking him to the nearest available place where we both enjoyed the consequent spanking and rough getting off. It was kind of weird but so fucking good. It worked.
But touching others or being touched? That’s a huge fuck no. I have to remind myself Kaiden ended things with me. I shouldn’t care if he decides to go for the barista, as long as I don’t have to watch them bending each other over. The thought is like ice filtering through my veins. And I’ve had enough.
“A grande chai tea,” I get out sternly, cutting them off.
“Oh, sure. Sorry.” Carl takes his paw away from Kaiden’s face and hurriedly grabs the money I left on the counter.
“Wait, I’ll take a tall black coffee,” Kaiden says.
“Uhmm, should I add it to the other order?” What Carl really wants to know is if we are together.
“Yes.” “No.” We answer at the same time.
“You owe me a coffee,” Kaiden mutters between gritted teeth, finally turning to me.
The glare he aims at me feels like little pinpricks on my skin.
“Pretty sure cutiepie here will be happy to offer it to you,” I hiss at him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the barista opening his mouth, but Kaiden stops whatever he’s about to say.
“Jealous?” He smirks. I know he’s expecting to get my usual response—and I could push him in the café’s toilet and have my wicked, wild way with him.
But instead, I sigh tiredly. I need to focus on my family right now. Afterwards, maybe I can figure out what all this means.
“Of what exactly? The fact that you accused me of playing around with you when that’s what you are actually doing right now?” I point at Carl. He’s a nice guy, but I cannot fucking stand him right now. “Don’t worry, darling. You can have all the fun you want. We are through, remember?”
His face turns red, I almost see smoke coming out of his nose. Who’s the demon now? “Believe me, I’m so fucking happy about it. If it only means I won’t have to see your snooty, overbearing, magisterial bare ass anymore!”
I snort. “Magisterial? Is that your word of the day?”
“Fuck you!”
I turn to the barista who’s cautiously placing my order on the counter. “You know what, Carl? Add his order to mine and keep the change.” I grab my to-go cup and I exit the café without a backward glance.
I stomp all the way home. Cursing Kaiden, fucking Carl, and the whole damn situation.
I enter my apartment and have just enough time to set my chai tea latte on the table before the banging starts.
“Go away,” I growl.
“Open this fucking door, Cole!” Hearing my name on his lips feels intimate. Too intimate. It makes me reach for the door and open it. He pushes me angrily aside and barges in as always, slamming the door behind him.
“You’re a fucking asshole!” he starts yelling at me. “Standing there like a paragon of control, like an unfeeling dick, when I know you were boiling with jealousy.”
“Why the fuck do you want that? Is this another threesome bullshit?”
I expect a smirk or a teasing joke, not hurt striking his face. It makes me want to kiss him long and deep, till the pain fades from his gaze. But before I can do anything, a blanket of cold fury seems to drop on him. His eyes turn dark and his lips quirk to the side, disturbingly so.
“So the thought of him roughly fingering me open, stretching my hole thoroughly till I can take his long, hard cock doesn’t bother you at all?” he almost hisses in my face. “Him fucking me hard and fast, his hand around my throat, his teeth on my skin and his huge load filling my—”
Fueled by rage, my hand shoots upward and cages his neck, halting him mid-sentence. I tighten my fingers around the column of his throat and relish in the feeling. “You just don’t give up, do you? Do you want me to fuck you so badly? Huh?” I whisper menacingly on his lips, staring straight into his dilating pupils. “Want to see what happens when I let loose on your virgin ass? I will break you.”
I push him backward, letting go of his throat.
