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She slammed the glass down on the counter and gripped my forearms, but she didn’t push me away. “I don’t like the person I become around you. I don’t want to be her. I don’t want to be consumed by anger.”
“Then allow yourself to be consumed by lust.”
She glared up at me. The battle was clear in her eyes. I slammed by lips down on hers before reason won over. I kissed her like I’d wanted to do for a while, like I’d dreamed about. I stole her breath, ravaged her mouth, my fingers in her hair keeping her in my control. Her nails dug into my forearms as if she was about to shove me away, but her lips moved against mine, her tongue as eager as mine. Even her body was torn by differing emotions.
I dropped my hands from her silky strands, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her up on the counter, without ever stopping our kiss. The moment I broke our connection, I’d lose her, I could tell. Aurora pushed her palms up against my chest in a slight resistance, but it wasn’t convincing.
I pressed into her, my body coming alive with a hunger I was wholly unfamiliar with when it came to anything but killing.
Aurora ripped away from our kiss and leaned back on her arms to put more distance between us. “Go away,” she breathed out. The fire in her eyes only kindled my own.
She shoved my chest. “Go away. I’m so mad at you and at myself.”
I stepped back, even if it was the last thing I wanted. “Why are you fighting this?”
“Because I won’t be your babysitter with benefits or whatever it is you have in mind for me.”
“I wouldn’t be the only one reaping benefits, trust me,” I said with a smirk. Provoking Rory, when her reactions were so very entertaining and seductive, was impossible to stop.
Something in her eyes snapped, her expression bursting with rage but also despair. “What is it you want, Nevio? Do you want to fuck me a second time? Will you lose interest, then? Then fuck me. I’m here, have your way with me. I lay crying beneath you once. I can do it again!”
My chest heaved, and my throat felt raw from the words that had ripped from it.
Nevio’s eyes burned with an emotion I couldn’t read. He jerked me against him, shoved my shorts and panties aside, and slid his index finger over my pussy, finding me still wet from our making out. My body sprang to life at the contact even as my brain shouted warnings and expletives at me.
“You wouldn’t cry this time, except from coming so hard. You’d be begging me for more.”
I gripped his wrist. Part of me wanted to keep him there and make good on his words, but the other remembered last time and what came after, remembered the last few months of his stalking, his brutality to make sure nobody got close to me, and now his irresponsibility when it came to his son.
I pushed his hand away, but he resisted. His gaze hit me, a dare, a provocation.
“I don’t want your touch.”
He smirked.
“If you don’t accept my boundaries, then whatever’s left of our friendship is dead.”
He lowered his hand and stepped back. “I thought our friendship died the night I took your innocence.” The way he said innocence as if I didn’t understand the first thing about it stirred up my fury.
It’s what I told him. And I thought it was true back then, but then he called me to help him with his son, and somehow this made me feel special, as if I were his confidant, when I was probably the only person stupid enough to say yes to his plea for help. “I helped you with Battista. If our friendship were dead, I wouldn’t have done it, right?”
Nevio smiled in the strangest way. “You’re a kind person. You always help people if you can. I thought you helped me for Battista’s sake.”
“For his and yours.”
“Is it so bad that I want you, Rory? I thought that’s what you wanted all along.”
“You want my body. You want to chase the next high, no matter the price. I want more. I don’t want a mad ride that never ends. I want trust, steadiness, commitment.” I shook my head at the look on Nevio’s face as if he could not grasp what I meant. I glanced at the kitchen clock. 11:00 p.m. It wouldn’t be long before Battista would wake for his bottle. “I need to sleep.”
Nevio didn’t stop me when I jumped down from the counter and walked past him. My body yearned for his touch, willing to take what he could give even if it would never sate my heart and soul. “Don’t come tomorrow if you intend to touch me again. Come to be a father for Battista and a friend who honors his promise.”
I didn’t wait for his reply. Without looking back, I went to my room and closed the door. I leaned against it and listened with bated breath. I didn’t dare breathe again until I heard the front door click shut and the lock being engaged through the code panel outside.
This arrangement couldn’t go on forever, not like this. Nevio would use every chance he got to touch me, to seduce me, because I promised to be a high he needed. Once he had me, he’d chase the next one.
Maybe that was the trick. I just needed to let him have me, and remember it, so he could move on.
Giving Nevio what he wanted. That idea had been ghosting around my head all night. It seemed like the easiest solution, one where part of my heart might be salvaged. Unfortunately for myself, I couldn’t bring myself to consider that option—yet. I wanted to believe this was so he’d get more time to develop fatherly feelings for his son because I suspected he wouldn’t try to form a bond if I weren’t pushing him.
