Page 51 of Bad Blood

Dad didn’t help her when he could have. He had the money to fix everything, but he refused because some of those people who didn’t want Mom inside the business operation were his investors.

Everything’s so fucked up, in all sorts of ways that shouldn’t be.

It’s no wonder I’m the way I am-Full of hatred and vengeance.

And I don’t think I can be blamed for wanting someone to take responsibility for my mother’s death.

In the back of my mind, though, even a devil like me knows it’s not right to expect Billie to pay.

However, my selfishness knows that’s the only way I get to have her.

My interest in her was born in hatred, but my obsession in desire.

Billie walks into my bedroom,taking those tentative steps.

She’s still afraid of me and now that we’ve been fucking for days, it’s clearer than ever she’s afraid of herself, too. At first there were glimmers of worry in her eyes. She’d try to mask it but now there’s nothing she can hide.

Especially when she looks at me.

It’s Friday evening again. Our Fridays, so far, have been quite eventful. This one will be no different.

“Take your clothes off for me, nice and slow,” I tell her.

She swallows hard, then obeys, taking off her jeans first after she steps out of her ballet pumps, then her top.

“Everything off,” I prod when it looks like she’s going to keep on her bra and panties.

She takes those off, too, and my gaze glues to the smooth skin of her pussy.

“Good girl.” I walk around her, taking measured steps.

I’ve had my fill of her body, but every time I see her naked, I’m fascinated in other ways. I see something else to like and commit to memory. Like the little beauty spot on the small of her back and the way her hip dips when she’s nervous but also mad—mad at me.

“I’m like a toy to you, aren’t I?” She speaks against the silence.

When I face her, I see her fury.

“Do you want to be something else? Do you want to be my girl, Billie?”

“You asshole.”

I laugh. “How many times have you called me that? I’ve lost count.”

“I’m sure I’ll be calling you that again before the day is out.”

I move closer and press my hand to the flat of her stomach. Her cheeks flush pink and she looks away.

“Bad girl, you want me and you shouldn’t.”

She glares at me. “I don’t want you. Please don’t mistake me for skanks like Jenna who, by the way, is welcome to you, so she can leave me the fuck alone.”

I take that to mean she’s had a run-in with Jenna.

She’s about to continue her tirade when I slide my finger into her wet pussy and shut her up.

“Baby, you’re soaked, and I’ve only just touched you. That’swant.” I grab her hand and press it to the bulge in my pants. “That’s what you do to me, Billie Fairchild. Jenna doesn’t get me worked up the way you do, and she never will.”

I don’t care that I confessed something I shouldn’t have. It’s worth seeing another piece of that wall she’s built up to keep me out crumble.

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