Page 18 of Finding Fate

The lock in the doorknob turns and the door swings open, drawing my attention. My jaw drops as my eyes hit the tight, bright red, strapless dress that stops at the top of her thighs, hugs every fucking inch, and doesn’t cover shit. It looks more like a towel than a dress. Her long, black hair hangs straight and her makeup is heavier than I’ve ever seen it. The heels make her legs look much longer. She’s a cock trap. My eyes make it to hers. “Fuck no!”

“Good, I look perfect.”

Masculine laughter sounds from behind me. Pricks. I look back at them. “Go away. We’ll be down in a minute.”

“Lookin’ good, Gab. Don’t change,” Konnor says.

“Fuck you,” I bite out. “And to the rest of you dicks it’s Gabby.”

Konnor laughs, turning around to walk back down the stairs. “Keep it up,” Riggan adds. “His ass deserves it. Pick your poison,Gab, and we’ll have it ready.”

“Crown and Coke?” she says. “Vodka and Sprite works too.”

“She can drink beer,” I tell him.

He smirks, already pushing off the wall to leave. “Sorry, fresh out.”

“How are we best friends?”

His smile never wavers. “That swamp juice memory coming back yet?”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He starts walking down the stairs, laughter expelling. “What goes around comes around.”

I look at her, still blocking her from coming out with my body. I couldn’t have handled her looking like this back then. She’s a fucking woman now. She has just enough exotic features from her Greek side to make a man crazy. “Gab, why can’t you wear jeans?”

“And miss out on a hot guy grazing my ass in front of you? Not a fat chance. Were the ho-bags you let sample my dick wearing jeans?”

My heart plummets. I feel a foot tall. She knows she can make me feel like shit. “I didn’t do it in front of you. I didn’t even think we were together. You know I would have never done that to you if we were.”

“I know you would never cheat on me, Maddox, but had you not let that big ego of yours get in the way, you would have realized something was wrong, like your friends, who by the way, loved you enough to come get me. Have I ever told you I’d do one thing and then just left you high and dry? The day you left I promised you I’d be there and what did I do? I found a way to show up, even though my dad had me on twenty-four-seven surveillance.”

I stare into her dark, unforgettable eyes. When they’re targeted on you, they can make you feel amazing or the lowest of low. If she’s angry you’ll know it with one look. “How do we get past this? If a guy touches you, he’s going to die.”

She steps into my space, tilting her head back, and suddenly, her hand is gripped around my dick through my jeans, causing me to flinch. Fuck. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. You may be the only man that has my heart, but I’m going to show you that you’re the only man that’s had my body because Ichosenot to give it away, not because no onewantedit. You’re going to stand back and watch me with someone else and never lift a finger. You’re not going to do a damn thing while he gropes me, dances on me, rubs his erection against my ass, and figures out that I prefer thongs. When you’re sitting there, raging mad and your blood boiling because you want to kill him for touching what’s yours even though that little voice inside you tells you it’s wrong, you’ll remember that I’m the crazy bitch that actuallywillkill one over you, and my forgiveness only goes so far. The next time you think about sticking it in something else wet just because shit gets tough, castrating you will be a walk in the park compared to what I’m going to do, and that’s force you to watch while another dick taints what’s only ever known you.”

My heart is pounding so hard everything around me is tunneled. Every breath is rough. I grow harder in her hand. Jesus. She knows how to turn on beast mode. Our jealousy over each other is our biggest downfall, yet to each other, it’s the biggest turn-on, and a fucking weapon. And the best part is we know when it’s too much and just enough. “You let them live.”

The villainous smile makes me want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday. “Someone else will get to her first and do my bidding for me. She had a ring line on her left ring finger from where she must leave it on to tan yet take it off to fuck around. Guess you were too drunk to notice or too distracted by the melons on her chest to see that someone wrapped her up but couldn’t keep her legs closed. As for me—I know how to keep my dick zipped up. Your conscience is far worse than my reminders about a cunt that never runs dry. How does it feel to know you fucked a married woman? The one covenant you believe is sacred.”

My jaw drops, letting the guilt in. It spreads through every vein like fire, and all I can see in front of me is the cross at a distance while I burn alive. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips against mine. “But doesn’t it feel good to know that when you put a ring on mine, I’ll never be her. Yours. Always have been and always will be. And I’ll stand there and take a beating before I become someone else’s.”

Something snaps inside me and before I can focus, I’m walking forward with her ass in my hands and throwing her on the bed, already coming over her, uncontrollable grunts and growls coming out of my mouth like an animal. Those hypnotic eyes lock on mine. “You gonna marry me?”

“When you prove you’ll let nothing stand in our way. Learn from my dad. Don’t be a quitter.”

“Fuck, I hate I missed you grow up.”

She stretches her neck, instigating me. I run my lips down her neck. “I’m not letting you in again until I get what I want.”

I smile against her skin. Smartest girl I know. Everything is as literal as the words that come out of her mouth. I kiss her, already running my hands up her thighs, under the short dress, until I feel the tiny string that sits on her hips, jerking the scrap of fabric she calls panties down her legs. She doesn’t stop me. As soon as they’re off, I grip her thighs and flip us over, pulling her toward my face. “If I have to watch another dick grind on this, I’m going to sit there knowing it’s covered in a thin film of my spit. Licking it makes it mine.”

She smiles down at me. “That’s right, baby. Claim it. Show me that it’s yours.”

I pull her bare middle down toward my face and kiss her lips. “Remember how I like it?”

She combs her fingers through my hair and makes a fist, getting ready. “Don’t stop until I’m tingling?”

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