“Come with me,” he said as he opened a door and pulled me inside.
It was a simple guy’s room, but the décor let me know I was standing in Finn’s bedroom. A queen-sized bed covered in red bedding was in the middle of the room. A single dresser with a mirror was pushed up against the wall and covered in junk. There were clothes everywhere; the floor was barely visible.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked as he stalked closer to me.
I could hear the anger in his voice.
I liked that he was pissed off. That’s no less than what he deserved. Maybe it was because I was drunk or maybe it was because I was beyond repair and as sick and twisted as the man who raised me, but I relished in his anger. If he hated me flirting with other men, then he was getting just a taste of what I’d felt when I walked in on him and his redhead. We weren’t together, so technically he hadn’t done anything wrong, but damn, it hurt like a bitch. I wasn’t usually a revengeful person, but I wanted him to understand my pain.
“Very much,” I slurred.
“Are you getting off on making me jealous, snowflake?”
“What if I am?” I matched his stare.
“You’re playing with fire. You do realize that, right?” He moved closer.
He towered over me and I had to arch my neck to continue to look him in the eye.
“Oh, boy. I better be careful or I might get burned,” I said sarcastically.
He was backing me up and I hadn’t even realized it. When I felt the edge of Finn’s dresser against my lower back, I put my palms out and pressed against his chest. He pressed harder. Cologne bottles shook and made clinking noises as the dresser shifted.
“If I see one more fucker touch you, I’m going to lose it. You want me to go to jail again?”
He leaned over me and put his hands on the dresser on either side of me, caging me in.
“I have no control over what you do. Just like you have no control over what I do,” I said as I pressed against him and tried to move him out of my way.
He didn’t budge.
“I can’t stand seeing you with them.” The muscles in his jaw popped as he gritted his teeth. “It makes me feel like my skin is on fire.”
“I know the feeling.”
I pulled my eyes away from his and disregarded him. I acted as if I were annoyed and bored, but really, every time he pressed his body into mine I wanted to throw him on Finn’s bed and attack him.
“You’re mine,” he said with so much force that my eyes darted back to his and I looked him up and down like I was about to fight him.
“Excuse me? I belong to no one. Let me go.” I pushed again at his chest, but he was like a brick wall.
I really did want to be away from him after that. How dare he throw a claim on me while he was busy screwing anything with a wet hole? Oh hell no! That wasn’t happening.
“No,” he snapped. His eyes dug into me. “Quit flirting with those guys. You’re making promises with your eyes that you can’t keep.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically to myself.
“They’ll live.” I turned my face away and looked to the side of me when I felt his hot breath warm my cheek. He was so close his breath shifted my hair.
“You look so fucking hot tonight,” he said.
He reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear and I pulled my head away from his hand.
“Do I?”
“Hell yeah, you do.”
The side of his mouth lifted and his eyes moved down my body and back up.
“I’m getting hard just looking at you.” He pressed his hips into me and my insides tightened.
“Then I guess you better find your redhead.”
Being a smartass felt good. No wonder he was an asshole all the time.
“Maybe I should.” He lifted a sarcastic brow.
And just like that, I went from being a smartass to being pissed off. I pushed at his chest hard with my palms. When he didn’t budge, I kept pushing.
“You’re such an asshole.” I was heated and my breath was coming out in hard, pissed-off puffs.
“Well, you’re being a bitch right now so I guess that makes us even,” he snapped.
Out of nowhere I reared my hand back and slapped him across the face. It felt good to let my anger out. Had I known it would feel that good to hit someone, I would’ve gone around beating the crap out of everyone.
His nostrils flared as he glared down at me. A tiny red handprint began to form on his cheek. Maybe I’d gone too far this time. Maybe Zeke wasn’t against hitting a girl and he’d hit me back. Instead, he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me into a rough kiss.
At first, I was shocked, but in seconds I forgot what we were doing and I started kissing him back. The dresser shifted and bottles clinked as he pushed me harder up against it. I pushed back against him.