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"You gonna give it up to him?" I regret the question the second it falls from my lips, but it's too late now. It's out in the open and hanging between us.
"What? No. Don't be so ridiculous. I don't want him anywhere near me, but I can't do much about it, can I? Is it true, Conner?"
"Is what true?" I ask, feeling like I've just been slapped with the subject change.
"What he's got on James. Is it true?"
I narrow my eyes at her, wondering how much she knows, how much Warren willingly told her, or if he's filled her full of lies and bullshit. My money would certainly be on the latter.
"That all depends on what he's told you."
"He... he wants to hurt you, all of you."
"You think that’s news to me, K? He's been doing that since the day he asked you to be his. Ripping my fucking heart out and parading it around in front of me. He's fucking sick."
"You think I don't know that? I experience that every day, every time he looks at me, every time he forces me to—" She slams her lips shut, realizing what she was just about to admit.
"When he forces you to do what, K?"
She shakes her head.
"You want to be all noble and protect me? Then you need to start by telling me the fucking truth," I shout at her, getting right in her face, but she doesn't flinch, she doesn't cower. Not to me, anyway. She knows me better than to be scared of me.
"You know damn well that he wouldn't let me get away with putting stuff off. So no, he hasn’t gotten between my legs yet, but he's had me on my knees like the little fucking slave he seems to think I am." Her anger is palpable, and I use it to feed my own.
Images flash through my mind, ones that should never, ever be there, and my body trembles with my restraint.
Kenny's eyes widen as my grip on her throat tightens, but I don't move. I can't. I'm too fucking broken.
"Conner," she breathes, and the sound of her soft, concerned voice shatters me.
"I fucking hate you right now, K. I fucking hate you," I seethe, but my actions betray my words as my lips slam on hers and my hand releases her neck in favor of allowing my fingers to thread into her hair.
Her lips part for me instantly and my tongue sweeps out in search of hers.
The second I taste her, everything inside me relaxes slightly. It doesn't make any of it go away—my anger, my need for revenge are still there, simmering right under the surface—but she allows me to focus on something else, if only for a few seconds. She gives me exactly what I've been craving since the moment she walked out of that hotel room and away from me on the weekend.
I drop my hands to her hips and lift her until she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist and feel what she does to me. Even while I'm hating her, I can't stop wanting her.
I grind my hips against her pussy and a moan rips from both of us.
My hands are everywhere, caressing, squeezing, teasing, but it's not enough. It's never e-fucking-nough with Kenny.
But then I make one fatal move.
I release her lips in favor of kissing down her neck, and it gives her the time she needs to think, to process what's happening here. I know exactly when she shuts down; I feel it, and not just in the way her muscles go rigid in my hold.
Pulling my face from her neck, I look at her. Tears stream down her cheeks, her dark makeup getting washed away with them. "I can't do this, Con. I can't lose myself in you again."
"Bullshit. This is me. Fuck, K. This is us." I cup her cheeks in my hands and stare into her eyes. "I need you so fucking bad."
A hiccup erupts from her throat as she tries to keep it together, but I see the storm behind her eyes. I see her breaking apart on the inside just like I am.
"I know. But I can't."
"You can, babe." I drop my forehead to hers. "It's just me. Just me and you."
"Yeah, but when I walk out of those doors, it won't be. It'll be me and him, and I can't, Conner, I just can't." Her voice cracks, and I know that I've lost her.
