Page 66 of Bad for You

Dread shot through me. “You need to leave.”

“You always were a wild one, Lila. I tried to guide you, keep you on the right path, but that wickedness was too strong, even for me.”

My stomach twisted and churned. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“Cussing as well? Your mother won’t be happy.” He slid a hand into his pocket and moved closer.

I stood my ground.

His gaze moved over me as he ran a hand over his hair. I caught site of the purity ring on his finger. He still wore it. He followed my gaze and held up his hand, flashing it to me. “Yes, you tempted me into sin with your shameful lust, Lila, but I still believe in saving myself for my future wife. And what we did, it barely counted…it was nothing.”

He took his shot, trying to hurt me.

Fear over what my mother would do when she heard about me and Jesse, along with anger over Jarod coming here, trying to absolve himself of the part he’d played the night we had sex, had me shaking.

“You’re right, it was nothing,” I said.

His mouth tightened and his nostrils flared. “Are you having sex with that guy, the one I saw you with?”

“That’s none of your damned business.”

“You’ve let him between your thighs, haven’t you? Did you beg him to fuck you like you did me?”

I flinched, noting how his breathing had grown heavier, the hunger in his eyes. He was getting off on this. I glanced down and felt sick to my stomach. He was hard.

“Why did you volunteer to come here, Jarod?”

“Because your mother…”

“Bullshit,” I said, purposely cussing again. What did it matter now, the damage was already done. He’d say what he wanted about me and there was nothing I could do. “You were hoping you’d come here and I’d still want you, didn’t you? That I’d sleep with you, and you could blame me again for tempting you?”

He flushed an ugly crimson. “No…no, that’s not…”

“You’re standing there with an erection, Jarod. Your eyes have barely left my breasts since you walked in.”

He sneered. “What do you expect when you act like a whore? Just how many men have you fucked, Lila?”

I hadn’t given him the reaction he wanted and that pissed him off. “Again, none of your business. But we can definitely scratch you off the list, because honestly, those sad three seconds of you jerking and gasping on top of me, then crying like a baby, were definitely not fucking.”

He advanced, fury in his eyes. “You’re a damned slut. You want it. You wanted me. I’ll give it to you properly this time.”

“No, you won’t,” I said, letting him hear the anger in my voice as I shoved him back.

He flinched, startled, like he truly believed I’d just lie back on the desk and let him have his way with me.

He took another step toward me.

I lifted my hands to ward him off. “If you dare touch me, my boyfriend will beat the shit out of you,” I said, fear pounding through me.

His nostrils flared. “He’s not here.”

“He’s a biker, did you know that? You lay one finger on me, and he’ll hunt you down and kick your ass. I can promise you that. He’s good at hunting people,” I said, shaking harder. “I’ve seen him beat a man bloody. It wasn’t pretty, Jarod. All it takes is one word from me.”

He stood there, breathing hard, red and sweaty and angry as hell. “You did this to me,” he hissed.

“No. You did it to yourself.” I picked up my phone and clicked it on, showing him the screen. I hovered my thumb over Jesse’s name. “Leave or I’ll call. He works just down the street. He can be here in minutes.”

Shaking with rage, Jarod took a step back. “I’ll let your mother know why you’ve been ignoring her. That you’ve turned into a whore just like your sister.” Then he turned and stalked out.