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Then slowly, my eyes glance back to the angered stare of the man who insisted we play this game tonight. His expression is anything but forgiving, bitter with tightness in his eyes while his jaw clenches from my careless actions.
I turn my back toward him, making my way to the house to realize I need fresh air, not a bathroom. Instead, I exit the front door to avoid seeing anyone, knowing everyone is out back where the party is at.
Out the front are parked cars. Uncle Rocky’s Range Rover, Dad’s Aston Martin—his fifth child. There are a few more belonging to other family members. With every footstep I take, my shoes crunch against the gravel. Given I am wearing black strappy heels, it becomes increasingly difficult with every step.
A noise behind me stills my movements. I take a deep breath, praying to god it is a wild animal and not who I think it is.
Slowly, I turn around to Will standing in the shadows. His arms are crossed beneath his chest with one fist pressed against his mouth.
“Leave me alone,” I warn him, crossing my own arms. “I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“I guess you’re right. You’ve got nothing to say. Too busy planning your wedding, right?”
Heat flushes through my body as the anger comes roaring to life.
“What do you care, Will?” I yell, unable to control myself. “Clearly living the best life of a single man.”
“You have no right to be angry tonight!”
“I have no right to be angry?” I question with a sick laugh. “You spent the day with Gigi, doing god knows what.”
“What does it matter, Amelia?” He moves toward me, grabbing my hand to raise the ring between us. “You chose him! How dare you think you have any say as to what I do with my life, including who I fuck.”
I remove my hand from him, dropping my head to still the pain spreading throughout me. “That’s right. You’re just out to hurt me.”
“And are you hurt?” he asks bitterly. “Does it hurt to know that another woman is in my bed? Laying beneath me while I kiss every inch of her body, then slide myself in and watch her come?”
“You bastard,” I growl, raising my hand before he grabs my wrist tightly.
Will’s eyes are on fire, burning so bright and torturing me with their violent flames. His nostrils are flaring, rage consuming his entire being until I push myself forward and force my lips onto him. My heart is pumping so hard, remembering the ache which has longed for him since the day he left for London.
I pull away, catching my breath with a pained stare. I’m unable to turn away until he grabs my face, pressing his lips against mine.
The force is so strong, crippling any emotion but the one which makes me focus on how perfect his lips taste. His tongue entangles with mine, the familiarity clouding any rational thought which wants to push him away.
Which should push him away.
My hands move toward his chest as I let out a small moan, dragging my lips away to break free as guilt consumes me whole. As if he knows the anguish he’s putting me through, he locks me into an embrace, trapping me while sucking hard on my lips.
The pain turns me on, traveling to forbidden places which only existed when we were together. From the moment he left, I wondered what it would be like to taste his lips again, and no matter how much I thought about it, the reality is far off.
I missed how he tasted.
How he would kiss me passionately, every time like it was our first kiss.
My head is screaming for him to let me go, but I can’t stop as he presses my body against my father’s car. Everything begins to tremble as he stiffens against my stomach. I can’t let it go any further, terrified by how much I want him and how easily my heart has forgotten the past.
Or maybe it’s the opposite—my heart remembers just how perfect it once felt. How secure and loved, how nothing in the world could ever come between us.
“If you want to be a good girl,” he begs, with pleading eyes as his thumb runs along my bottom lip. “Tell me to stop.”
I can’t tell him to stop. I never could.
And that’s the trouble with us—we both had the ability to destroy each other. We did it years ago, and right now—we are following the same destructive path as before.
Yet no matter how bad I knew this was, how morally wrong of me it is to kiss Will while engaged to another man—it didn’t stop me.
I’m under his touch, and there is no breaking free.
