Page 16 of Tell Me Why
“It occurs to me that I’ve been neglecting you,” he says, his voice low and gravely. “And I feel bad about that.”
I doubt Christian West ever feels bad about anything.
Gripping the wood handle of the feather duster, I walk toward him, because it’s the only way out. Well, thereisa door on the other side of the dining room, but I have no idea where it leads.
“I’m surprised you feel anything at all, “ I say with a smirk.
As I pass by, he grabs my arm. “There’s my spicy Little Fox,” he chuckles, and I don’t know what it is, but the sound of that rumble deep in his chest does something to me—it makes my cheeks flush and my heart race. It makes my pussy clench.
“What do you want?” I ask stiffly.
His grip on my arm tightens, and he pulls me close so he can bury his nose in my hair. “You’ve been here for two weeks, and I haven’t tasted youonce. How’s that for restraint, hm? I’m impressed with myself.”
“Then you’re the only one who’s impressed,” I say flatly.
The feel of his muscled body crushed against my side has my heart doing an entireCirque Soleilperformance inside my chest. I feel a little dizzy, and my palms are sweating. Actually, scratch that.Everythingis sweating.
Jesus, is this how I die? A heart attack brought on by the hottest, most evil guy on campus?
He laughs at that, my comment sliding right off his back. “The guys are starting to get restless.”
I gulp. “What do you mean?”
His mouth hovers over my ear, bottom lip catching the lobe. “They want a sample of you,” he whispers, his tone deep, intimate. Heat trickles down my spine and sends an electric current straight through every nerve ending. “Should I let them have you, Eve? Would that ease the tension in the house…?”
Is he seriously considering giving me to all the guys here?
No, he’s fucking with me. This is what Christian West does. He plays mind games so he can watch me squirm. Tormenting me gives him some kind of sick pleasure.
“Giving me to them would only create more tension,” I say, reaching for logic. “It wouldn’t lessen it.”
In the last couple of days, I’ve noticed more guys trying to talk to me, or touch me, or tease me when I walk by. And I’ve workedreallyhard to tune them out, and usually when they don’t get a response, they end up losing interest and moving on. Thankfully, there are otherwillinggirls here to distract them.
“Really?” His teeth scrape over my earlobe. “How so?”
“They’ll each claim ownership over me,” I say. “That’s the way it always happens.”
He pulls back and lifts a brow. “You sound like you know from experience. How many guys have claimed ownership over you, Eve?”
I should throw out a crazy number, just to scare him off, but for some idiotic reason, I tell him the truth. “I’ve been around the Shadow and Ash my entire life,” I say. “I know how guys work. They’re willing to fight over just about anything—and women are the first on that very long, very dumb list.”
He pulls on my arm, twisting me around so I’m facing him. His pale eyes darken. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I laugh under my breath, amused that I’ve managed to anger him. Though why he’s angry, I have no idea. Did he think I was an untouched virgin or something? Well, news flash. Not even close.
“Are you asking how many guys I’ve fucked?”
His eyes narrow, and it occurs to me that this conversation bothers him for some reason. Finally, that all-knowing smirk has been wiped off his pretty-boy face. “What’s your body count, Eve?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Two,” I answer truthfully, leaning in, enjoying the look of discomfort on his face. “Two guys have slid their thick cocks into my pussy and made mescream?—”
He yanks me forward so hard and so quickly, a wisp of air is snatched from my lungs. His jaw is tight, his eyes eating me up—and not in a fun way. In a dark, sinister way. “Who’s going to be lucky number three, I wonder?”
CHAPTERSEVEN
Christian
By some miracle,I manage to rein myself in. And, honestly, were it not for my titanium restraint, I’d be balls deep inside Eve right now, fucking that smirk right off those pink, dewy lips.
