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“No, I will not admit it.”
“Admit it, or I’m going to claim your pussy right now, and I know you’re sore.” Her eyes widen.
“You’re fucked up.”
“Maybe,” I agree. “But I need to hear you say it. It’s easy. Just say, ‘Rowen, I love you.’”
“Rowen, I hate you.” She pushes at my chest. “You’re an asshole.”
“We both know you love me. You can’t deny it.” Her bright shining eyes meet mine as a slow grin spreads across her lips. “You need to go and tell King and then tell Eli when you see him.”
She bats her eyelashes at me. “Could you possibly help me out by telling Eli?”
“Fuck no. He’s going to be furious, so good luck.” I kiss her cheek and pull away, walking toward the door.
“Rowen?” she calls out.
Stopping, I look over my shoulder at her. “Yes, angel?”
“I do love you, even though you’re so fucking full of yourself.”
“See? Was that so fucking hard?” My heart beats quicker in my chest, warmth and butterflies filling my body.
“Very.”
“I love you, but I’m not going to tell Eli for you.” I leave the room before she can say anything else.
My angel loves me, whether she likes it or not.
twenty
ELI
"Is thereanything else I can do for you, sir?" Elena asks, a seductive smirk spreading across her overlined pink lips.
I have nothing better to do, and I've been so fucking stressed lately, so instead of coming up with an excuse like I'd usually do, I stand and begin unbuckling my belt. "Close the door and bend over my desk," I demand, pushing my pants and boxers down my ass. I take my flaccid cock in my hand and begin stroking it, as only one face flashes in my mind. She’s more than enough to make me hard.
Elena jumps into gear, walking quickly toward me before I have a chance to change my mind and opt for pleasuring myself with my hand instead of her.
She's a warm pussy; what man wouldn't enjoy it?
Unfortunately for me, ever sinceher,I can't seem to enjoy sex as much as I once did. Before her, I never would've complained about Elena walking into my office and spreading her legs. I would've enjoyed it and even wanted to take her multiple times a day.
Sinceher, I can hardly stand myself after fucking someone else.
It's been three months, yet she still haunts my mind daily. She's tainted me. She brightened my life and left her mark on my fucked up black soul, and without her, I feel like I'm drowning.
I hate thinking about her. I hate missing her. I hate how I let her get under my skin.
Most of all, I hate that I allowed myself to be weak and fall in love with her. Now she's gone, and I'm filled with so much remorse that I'll never be able to tell my brothers about it.
They believe I'm the fucking anti-Christ, so fucking heartless that I don't even feel anything about the loss of Tate.
Little do they know, I think about her, and I miss her. I'll just never admit it out loud.
Elena pulls her dress up to her waist, revealing her bare bottom to me. I swear, this girl never fucking wears panties—not that I'm complaining. One less thing to remove.
She leans over my desk, placing her palms on top of it, spreading her legs for me.
