Page 123 of Wild Thing
His words were meant to reassure me, but something about them felt wrong. The distance felt wrong, the way we had to pretend for the evening felt wrong, the way I had to sit across the room from him, pretending everything was fine, felt wrong.
Ifelt wrong.
Still, I nodded. I didn’t have a choice.
"When will we see each other again though, Brax? We're not going to have a chance to say goodbye…" I said worridly. I hated how frantic my voice sounded.
"I'll find you. Even if I have to sneak out and come to your room later tonight. We'll have a chance to say goodbye, I promise."
I sighed heavily.
Fuck.
I hadn't given the fact that Ally would be staying with Brax, and sleeping in his bed with him, any thought.
"She's staying with you tonight, isn't she?"
Brax looked at me. "Nothing will happen."
"I'd never know anyway," I snapped icily, looking at the floor.
"Nothing," Brax grabbed my chin, forcing me to look him in his dark eyes. "Will. Happen."
I stared deep into his eyes in an almost threatening manner. "You could fuck her and I'd never know."
Brax roughly grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me backwards, up onto a pallet of soft drinks. The fabric from my dress lazily fell between my legs.
"You trying to piss me off?" His voice was almost a growl.
I hoped I had driven him mad. Because I felt fucking out of my mind.
He got right in my face, so close I could swallow his words as he breathed them into my mouth.
"The only person I want to fuck," he whispered, angrily. "Is you."
His hands moved down the side of my waist, onto the tops of my thighs, sparking every nerve in me to life.
Aggressively, he spread my legs wide open.
He towered over me as I wrapped my legs around his waist and strongly pulled him into me. I had the sudden urge to remind him why he was obsessed with me in the first place.
The thought of Ally sitting inside the next room flashed into my mind.
I was a monster. Having another woman's man between my legs. My brain screamed at me to leave, but my body begged me to stay.
My body won.
"Then why don't you, you fucking asshole."
Without warning, Brax fisted my hair in his hand and pushed his mouth onto mine, angrily kissing me.
I returned serve, roughly running my hand over his crotch. He groaned. He was hard.
Everything was frenzied, manic.
Before I knew it, his hand was between my legs, eagerly yanking the fabric aside.
"I knew you'd be dripping wet," he said, slithering his mouth down into the nape of my neck. “You love to be dominated."
