Page 21 of I’m The Worst

My fingers lightly trail over the bulge in his pants, his cock hard and thick beneath the fabric. He groans, and a surge of heat rushes through me. I lean in, my nose tracing the shape of him. His scent surrounds me—masculine, strong, and intoxicating.

My fingers curl around his waistband, and I tug.

“Fuck— AJ.”

My hips jerk. Heat and a wet mouth wrap around me. For half a second, I’m still in the dream.

But then my eyes snap open, my hands in her hair.

I tear her off me so quickly her teeth drag down my length. I’m on my feet before she can even steady herself, shoving her back.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She stumbles, body writhing as I slam her into the wall. My hand slides under the side table, fingers closing around the grip of the gun taped beneath it.

I bring it up, pressing the cold metal under her jaw.

“Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t blow your goddamn head off.” I force her chin up with the barrel. Her throat works against it.

She inhales shakily. “I heard you… You were moaning my name.”

I press harder. “I don’t give a fuck what you think you heard.”

My skin crawls. My body is still hard and throbbing for her. I hate that more than anything.

“You were moaning my name… You want me— You⁠—”

“Stop being so fucking pathetic.” I push away from the wall, but the gun never leaves her skin as my finger shifts on the trigger. “I don’t want you.”

She’s shaking, lips swollen, cheeks and chest flushed.

“You only want me when you can rape me. So…rape me.”

Everything inside me stills.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Her chin lifts, even though she’s crying. “Rape me⁠—”

I slam her into the wall again. Harder. The barrel digs under her jaw, forcing her head back.

“Get this through your fucking skull. The only reason you’re still breathing is because killing you would cost me something.”

Her tears don’t stop.

“I am not your fucking savior. You think I want this?”

My lip curls as I drag my eyes down her body slowly.

“You stink of sweat and piss. You’re shaking so bad, you can’t stand on your own. You’re addicted to every fucking drug they pumped into you. You can’t even tell what’s real and what’s in your head.”

Her face crumples, but she doesn’t look away.

“Look at yourself.” I tilt the gun, forcing her chin higher. “You’re broken. You’re unstable. You’re begging me to rape you.” My voice drops. “Why the fuck would I want that?”

I step back, nostrils flaring with a deep breath.

“If you don’t want me,” her voice quivers out, “why are you still hard? Why did you say my name?”