Page 22 of My Weakness

“I made sure you didn’t. I made you hate me, because if you showed me any affection, if I got anything from you other than hatred, my resolve would have shattered, and that wasn’t a possibility.”

“Why now?” She’s turned in her seat to face me, her leg tucked under her.

“That damn meal at the restaurant. You fucking flirted with me, every moment since then you’ve tested me.”

“I was just playing with you, trying to get a rise from you like you’ve always done to me.”

“Yeah, well it worked,” I sigh.

“Not in the way I thought it would, though,” she mumbles. “What’s changed? What makes this okay now?”

“You mean aside from the fact I can legally fuck you?” She just glares at me, and I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me despite the seriousness of this conversation.

“I’m done fighting with you. I’m done being the one to put that look of hurt on your face when it’s the last thing I want to see. I’m done pretending you’re not mine.”

“I’m not yours, River,” she asserts.

“You will be.” My words are serious. She needs to accept us, because there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting her go.

Ava

The vineyard is beautiful: small, exclusive and so pretty I’m not sure I’ll ever want to leave. That is, as long as River doesn’t do another one-eighty on me and turn back into an all-year-round Grinch.

His words from the car journey here are playing on my mind as I stand on the balcony while River takes a call. I’m not sure how I feel about him calling me ‘his’. Part of me doesn’t want to belong to anyone; I’m not a possession, I’m a modern working woman. But then there’s a whole other part of me that heats at the idea of belonging to him, to be his to claim and fuck. Just thinking about it now and I can feel my pulse race and my panties dampen.

I pop another grape into my mouth. The hosts left a beautiful bottle of wine in the room on arrival, along with a cheeseboard and grapes, which I’ve slowly been making my way through.

I turn my back on the view and lean against the balcony facing inwards, so I can see River pacing back and forth as he carries on his conversation. He really is ridiculously good looking. Hishand comes up to rake through his thick dark hair and his green eyes flash with irritation at whatever is being said on the other end of the line. His gaze turns to me and his eyes soften, his body relaxing at the sight of me. His eyes darken, however, when I lift a grape to my lips and suck it into my mouth, slowly and suggestively chewing. I can’t hear him speak, but I can make out his lips saying the words,“I need to go. Get it sorted.”He hangs up the cell phone and throws it on the bed as he stalks towards me and opens the balcony doors. He stops in the doorway, his shoulder propped against the frame as he stares at me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this moment; you standing here, your red hair on fire as the sun sets behind you.”

I feel my body warm at his words, but I still can’t fully accept them. Part of me still doesn’t believe this is real and that he’s not just playing a role in his ultimate betrayal.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?”

“Can you blame me?” I whisper the words, but he hears them.

“No, baby I can’t. But you also can’t tell me you haven’t thought about this over the years. Even with the hate, with everything we did to each other, it’s always been you and me.”

In some ways he’s right. It has always been him, and maybe that’s why my hate has always been so strong, because underneath it all I’ve always wanted him.

Chapter Fourteen

Ava

“Fuck, yes,” he pants as he thrusts into me from behind. “I wish you could see this view. Your cunt looks so beautiful stretching around my cock.”

Fuck. River’s dirty mouth will be my downfall one of these days.

I groan. “So deep…”

“Yeah, I am baby. I’m going to spend the whole fucking weekend deep inside of you.” He grabs my hair and pulls me up so I’m sitting in his lap, my legs either side of his, impaled on hiscock, my back flush to his chest. “You’re going to be my little cum dump, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps as his cock pistons into me from below.

One hand keeps a hold of my hair, arching my neck so his teeth can graze the delicate skin, while his other hand finds my clit and gently rubs yet another grape over it. It should be wrong, but I’ve never been so turned on in my life as I am watching him eat grapes from me.