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“Hate me, Rebel. I need you to hate me,” I growled.
“Fuck you; I can’t.”
I felt—watched—her come apart beneath me. Leaning low, I buried my face in her neck, forcing myself not to follow.
She held onto me, threading her fingers through my hair. Her soft mewling, the feel of her wrapped around me, and her hands grabbing at me to pull me deeper had me losing any small semblance of self-control. I choked her hard, riding her body and finding my own release.
When I felt the dampness on my shoulder, I pulled her into my arms and let her cry it all out, willing her to be strong for just a little longer.
Our situation wasn’t conventional. Fuck, it was toxic, and like an addict, I couldn’t fathom giving it up. I needed her to be here, always. She was the perfect fit for me. There was a thin line between love and obsession, and she’d had me walking it since she was seventeen years old.
The worst of things were almost over, and when it was, I would spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The next four days passed in a repetitive cycle.
Pierce disappeared for large hours at a time, always coming back and using my body until early morning. I was beginning to wonder if the man ever slept. If he did, I was always too gone in my own slumber to notice. Besides our animalistic sex, we never talked.
I was beginning to feel like a mindless vessel, just there for him to play with when the mood struck. Being stuck inside the house was starting to drive me mad. I knew he needed me for something, but I drew a blank every time I thought about what it could be. I needed answers, and spreading my legs for him was not the way to get them.
That’s how I ended up sitting at the dining room table until three in the morning. My eyes were heavy; I was bored out of my mind. When I heard him enter the house, my hand with the pen in it froze over my Sudoku book.
“You know, some people get off on hurting other people. On watching them suffer. Building them up just to tear them down.” Classic Pierce style, he couldn’t just give me a standard greeting.
“Is that what you’re doing to me?” I eyed him warily. He looked more relaxed than I’d seen in a while.
“Sometimes. I don’t get off on it, though. I just want you to hurt. For some reason it makes you cling to me a little stronger. It’s more of a control thing. Haven’t you noticed how much more agreeable you are? The only time you open your mouth is to scream my name.”
He removed his tie and started towards me. I held my posture even though I felt like slumping to the floor. I should have never grown attached to the twisted bastard. Not that I had a choice in that matter. Purely hating him was much easier said than done.
The only person I had to talk to was him. When I shared a meal with someone, it was him. Sleeping, sex, arguments, and even small moments of laughter were all with him. He forced me to have tunnel vision. Nothing else was visible in my head. I felt like an addict always needing a fix.
Even as I wanted answers—needed answers—my body ached for him.
My mind longed to hear all the fucked up things he had to say. This was disturbing on a psychological level. I was the girl who didn’t need anyone and suddenly I felt like I couldn’t live without him. I didn’t understand.
“Is that…blood?” I asked in alarm. He glanced down at himself, looking back up with a half grin on his face.
“I guess things got a little messy. Some people aren’t always…agreeable.” He eyed me on the last word.
My fingers curled around the pen to the point of pain. He was such an asshole.
“When I look at you, I wonder if I’d still fuck you if we were brother and sister. Guess we’ll never know. I need to shower.” He headed for the stairs, leaving me to dissect his new riddle. Brother and sister?
“I expect you to be waiting for me when I get out,” he called from the top of the stairs.
On a whim, I tossed my pen down and headed for the front door. I attempted to fling it open, even though there were two suited men outside and the security light was flashing. It was almost laughable because I knew better.
My eyes popped open at the sound of Pierce’s voice. I must have after fallen asleep on the sofa. Pierce had me in his arms, cradled against his chest, and we were halfway to the bedroom.
