“Get off me,” she snipped, her breath heavy, her eyes begging me to do the opposite.
Angry at her mixed signals, I wondered if her words and actions would ever come together. She wanted me…didn’t she? “No,” I told her.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my neck. She pulled me in while her words pushed me away. “I hate you…”
The look on her face made a throb pulse through my lower body. Fuck, I needed her. I needed to show her what she did to me, show her how much I wanted her. Maybe then she would stop denying this. I was rock hard now as desire, lust, and love waged war within me. I wrapped her legs around me and rubbed myself against her jeans. This is for you. Only you. This is what you do to me. What do I do to you? Show me…Take me…I’m yours, only yours. Why can’t you fucking see that?
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gasped, panted. She wanted this so much. I knew she did. Bitterness surged through me. I was so tired of this cycle of denial. “That’s not hate you feel…” I sneered as she did her best to give me a cool glare. With a cruel smirk, I added, “And that’s not friendship either.” No, we’d passed friendship a long time ago.
“Stop it…” Still fighting this, she wiggled her hips under me. It only made me want her more. Using her body for purchase so she could feel how intense this would be, I slowly and deliberately rocked against her again. She cried out, arching her back as she looked at the door above her head. No, she needed to watch me. She needed to see what she was doing to me. I grabbed her cheek, forcing her head down, forcing her to look me in the eye. She didn’t like that.
“This was supposed to be innocent, Kellan!” she bit out, furious.
“We were never innocent, Kiera. How naïve are you?” I matched her tone. She couldn’t keep lying to herself.
Tears of frustration in her eyes, she whispered, “God, I hate you…”
God, she was stubborn. Whatever was between us, it wasn’t born from hate. “No, you don’t…”
I rocked against her faster. I bit my lip as a deep moan escaped me. I needed her. God, I needed her. Say yes, Kiera. Let me in. Even as a tear rolled down her cheek, she watched my reaction to her with intent eyes. “Yes I do…I hate you…” She could barely get the words out, she was breathing so hard.
I pushed against her again, cringing as the sensation sent shock waves through my body. Yes. God…yes. “No…you want me…” Her passion ignited a memory in me. The club. Her unrestrained need as we danced. That had been for me. Even she couldn’t deny it. “I saw you. I felt you…at the club, you wanted me.” I brought my mouth right over hers, inhaling her scent, her rapid breaths…sharing my own. It was only the beginning of what I was about to share with her. I could feel how much it excited her as she squirmed beneath me.
“God, Kiera…you were undressing me.” I grinned at the remembered feel of her fingers down my skin. I wanted them on me now. “You wanted me, right there in front of everyone.” Needing to taste her, I dragged my tongue along her jaw to her ear. “God, I wanted you too…” I moaned in her ear.
Her hands flew up to my hair, yanking me away from her. I hissed in a breath as my lower body begged to be set free. I rocked against her again, not sure how much more I could take. Stop fighting. Say yes.
“No, I chose Denny.” Ignoring her, I rubbed against her again. Harder. Faster. God, yes. Again. More. “I went home with him…” Oh God, Kiera, yes, fuck…yes. “Who did you choose?” she asked.
The vileness in her tone silenced my head, completely stilled my hips. A warning flashed in my brain. A warning, and a clue. What the hell did she mean by that? “What?”
She hit my chest with every ounce of pent-up rage inside of her. “My sister, you asshole! How could you sleep with her? You promised me!”
In a microsecond everything snapped into place for me. That was why she was pissed? Not because I’d crossed the line again. Not because she’d caved and given in to what she wanted. Not because I’d stayed away for days. No, because she thought I’d slept with Anna. Well, fuck me. She didn’t get to be angry about that. Not when she left the fucking club with Denny. All bets were off the moment she tore my heart out and ripped it into bloody confetti. If I wanted to fuck Anna all night long, then I had every right to.
Truly furious now, I said something rash, and horribly misleading. “You can’t be mad at me for that. You left to go screw him! You left me there…ready, wanting you…with her.” Further digging the knife into her back, I ran my hands in an intimate way up her hips and whispered, “And she was all too willing. It was so easy to take her…to slip inside her.” If she was going to be a bitch, then I would be her bastard.