It was at that moment, standing in the living room naked, I started replaying everything in my head. What was it that I did so wrong that he would play me? “Tyler, it’s time to wake up now and receive your punishment for disobeying me last night.”
Shit, why didn’t I take in what he said to me when I first found him on my bed tonight? Why did it not fucking register? I thought him marking me was my punishment, but no. He had to take it one step further and play me. Well, if he thinks I’m going to bow down to him again, he has another thing coming.
Storming back into my room, I felt something underneath my feet. What was that?
Turning the light on, I saw what was on the floor. I picked up the little pieces of paper and studied it for a moment. I saw a letter B and realised what this was. It was Brad’s business card.
Well, that answered another question. He’d been watching us this morning. He’d been stalking me outside of my home and decided to stake his claim again. I didn’t know whether to feel crazy mad or insanely turned on by this.
Gathering the bits of paper, I took them towards the bin. He had made sure to cut it up so there was no way I’d be able to put it back together and decipher the telephone number.
With a shake of my head, I put my foot on the pedal, placing the bits of paper into the bin and watching as they trickled from my hand. I shook my head, both in amusement and frustration. “Okay, I get it. Not only can I not come unless you tell me, I’m also not able to have any other men in my life.”
What was wrong with me? Having this stranger in my life was making me crazy. I was not only letting him rule me, I was now talking to myself? I needed to get a grip.
Taking my foot off the pedal, I walked back to my bedroom. “Well, if you think I’m going to let you do that to me again, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Chapter 18
Dean
The old law about “an eye for an eye” leaves everybody blind.
The time is always right to do the right thing.
Martin Luther King Jr.
With a hasty retreat, I was down the stairs and in the car, driving away. I needed the speed now. I needed to feel the roar of my V8 Dodge Challenger engine beneath me. I needed to let go and just drive. I had several other cars, but nothing beat the punch my Challenger gave me. She was sleek, fast, and purred like a fucking cat. I needed that after leaving Tyler the way I did. She unnerved me tonight. Again, her poison leaked into me and I couldn’t get her, or her fucking gorgeous mouth, out of my head. I was a master at control and I’d been that way my whole life. I called the shots, I made the demands. But tonight, just like last night, she made me fall apart beneath her. I wasn’t expecting her to take me like that. I wanted to give her the option to pull away and let me come all over her perky tits. I would have done that if she said. In fact, I was expecting it. I wanted to mark her as much as I could. In a perverted way, I wanted to see my seed spreading all over her. I wanted to watch her face as she saw me marking her—branding her as mine.
And she was mine. I made sure of that the minute I set foot in her apartment. I knew exactly where she kept all her business cards. I knew everything about Tyler. So when I marched over to her drawer by her telephone, I looked inside and there it was. It was the first thing I did before going to her tonight. I smiled a little, thinking she would probably have spotted it by now. No doubt she would come looking for me, but I would be long gone by then. She was naked so I highly doubted she would come chasing after me. That was another thing I had to my advantage. Every time I took Tyler, I would make sure she was always naked. I would be dressed to conceal my identity, but Tyler would always be bare. She would always be open and vulnerable. The thought of that made my dick twitch. Everything about her made my fucking dick twitch.
As I drove along the M5 motorway, I gripped the steering wheel, trying not to lose it. I was in control. I controlled her, not the other way around. I wasn’t going to let her play me like a sucker again.
As I turned off the junction to head home, I couldn’t help the small smile that crept on my face when I thought about going to her again. I was sure she would be resistant next time. She would be so mad that I just left her like that, and I knew I would have a fight on my hands upon my return.
But I had an ace up my sleeve. I always did when it came to Tyler. She would get used to me eventually and when that time came, I would strike.
Chapter 19
Tyler
Buckinghamshire, 1995
Dean was in my room again, and we were playing Twos and Eights. He told me we had to play cards so that he would be distracted from what he really wanted to do with me. I was only ten and didn’t really know what he meant by that, but I was hoping what he really wanted to do was kiss me. When Dean wasn’t looking, I often sat there and just stared at his lips. I would lick my own, trying to imagine what his would feel like on mine. It was silly because I was so young. On the other hand, Dean was twelve so he was a little older and, quite possibly, more experienced than me by now. It made me mad to think of Dean kissing another girl, but if he had, he kept it quiet. I certainly didn’t hear about it from other girls, either. They all wanted him, though. I saw the way they looked at him and giggled. I hated the fact that they knew I was friends with him and used it to their advantage. They would be friendly with me and ask me questions about him. They were false. I hated false people. I wasn’t so naïve that I thought they would ever truly want to be my friend. Dean and Ian were my true friends.