Page 40 of Fueled Hate

“Or what … you’ll force me?”

His tight expression tells me that he gets the underlying meaning of my words. “I won’t do anything to you until you tell me what you want.”

Side-eyeing him, I laugh. He should’ve been a freakin’ comedian instead of a pompous ass. “I want you to leave me alone.”

“Will do. At least for tonight. Then you’re going to do as I say with a smile on your face because you care more about them than you do yourself.”

“I truly hate you.”

“I’m sure you do,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear with such tenderness it makes me almost forget the menace he is, toying with me. His words quickly remind me as he continues, “But you’re still gonna beg me to fuck you.”

The self-confidence oozing from him does nothing but piss me off even further, and the only thing I’d like to do is knock that smirk off his face. Quickly lifting out my seat, I climb over the console to straddle him. My fingers glide into his hair, pulling him forward as his mouth crashes to mine. My thin cotton pajamas shorts leave no doubt in my mind how much he’s enjoying himself. And I’d be lying if I said kissing him wasn’t even better than I’d imagined, but there is something I want much more than him right now. That’s to toy with his emotions, just as he’s been doing to me since day one.

Rocking against him, my head drops back as his mouth descends on my neck, his tongue trailing down to my collarbone as his hand grips my hip, pressing me down harder onto his lap. A smile forms on my lips as my mouth moves back to his, kissing feverishly before slightly shifting back as I whisper breathlessly, my lips brushing his, “No, still don’t want you to fuck me.”

Tightly grasping my hair, he holds me in place. His voice is full of grit as his breath floats over my lips. “That’s a dangerous game to play, Sadie.” Crashing his mouth to mine, he spares no mercy as he ravishes me. Possessing my mouth with his, his need grows even more desperate when I allow myself to relish in him, kissing back for a few seconds before regaining my sense and shoving away from him.

“I can’t do this. Not with you. I don’t want you.” Taking in sharp, deep breaths, I attempt to steady myself.

“Then why can I feel your heart racing, pounding against your chest? Why does this feel so right? You can’t catch your breath because you need me to give it to you.”

Okay. This wasn’t the best plan, but I’d wanted to show him what it felt like to be twisted, tormented only to discover everything isn’t as it seems. Nothing is ever as it seems. “I didn’t ask for any of this. You inserted yourself into my life, and now you want to control me … and fuck me to show me you can.”

Brushing his knuckles up my bare arm, he speaks confidently but the uncertainty in his eyes speak louder, “One day, you’ll see that I’m the only one protecting you.”

“But who’s going to protect me from you?”

“I meant it, Sadie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

My eyes close, unable to look at him. Not because of what he’s done, but for what I’ve allowed him to do to me. Unable to keep the tears from slipping down my cheeks, I let out a defeated breath, knowing this is just the beginning as I utter, “You already have.”

Reaching over, I pull the handle, shoving the driver’s door open and quickly climb off his lap and out of the car. Thankfully, Dylan remains in his vehicle as I hurry back into my house. Closing the door behind me, I lock the dead bolt then go through the house checking every door and window, unable to figure out how or where he’d gained access. And now I’m more than certain he won’t be satisfied with simply forcing his way into my home, my life, and my world. He won’t stop until he’s pried his way into my soul. And after tonight, I know he’s already scratching at the surface. Question is—how deep will he embed himself before I break completely?

22

Dylan

Every ounce of my being longs to follow her. Instead, I watch as she disappears into her childhood home—a place I shouldn’t be. It was a desperate move, showing her exactly what her dad was up to, but I had to. She doesn’t trust me, but she needed to see she can’t trust them either. And I don’t give a shit how long she’s known Kyle, he needs to stay the fuck away from her. This was the only way I could ensure that. She’s mine whether she wants to admit it or not, but either way, she will never be his.

Pulling my phone out my pocket, I swipe across the glass screen as I shift the car into reverse.

A groggy voice answers.

“Did you find anything out yet?” I ask.

“Morning to you too, sunshine,” he grumbles. “Have you even been to sleep yet?”

“No.” I glance at the sky, still dark but the sun will be coming up soon enough. I’ve had my fair share of nights without sleep. This one won’t make a difference. “Did you do what I asked?”

“Yep, but no dice.”

“Damn it,” I mumble.

“How do you know it’s connected? We don’t even know if the accident wasn’t really an accident.”

“I just know.”

“Or maybe you just want someone to blame?”