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“I’m sorry for hitting you. I am, but don’t ever call me names,” I said with every breath I had, braving it out to battle against his fierce eyes and cold demeanor. “I gave myself to you. I’m not a slut.”
“Were youreallya virgin? From what I remember, you weren’t really all that innocent.” He sneered at me as if I was some horrid woman he found vile and ugly.
Was this a stupid game he was playing with me? Okay, I’d had enough. He had hurt me enough.
“Let me go.”
“Why? Am I suffocating you?” he taunted, his breath caressing my cheek as I tried to wiggle out of his hold.
Using all my might, I tried to kick and push him away with my fists, but I ended up ripping the fine, thin lace that held the delicate cotton nightdress I was wearing, making me halt in the middle of the struggle. Heaving like a maniac, I looked down and saw the small square barely covering my breast. It was hanging and about to break free from its restraint.
ChapterFifty-One
I felthis eyes zeroed on them, as if confirming I was one hell of a mighty slut. Ha fucking ha.
“Did you come here to seduce me?” he accused, grating on me some more.
Fuming, my nostrils flared as I glared at him. “If I want to fuck, it sure as hell won’t be with you. I have a man upstairs that’s worth ten of you, so calm the fuck down; your dick is safe from this slut!”
“You were always such a good liar, Olivia.” His voice held something dangerous. “So good… that sometimes I believed it myself.” He let go of my other arm, but he used his upper body to confine me.
I let out a strangled cry when I felt the back of his finger stroke the base of my neck, leaving feather-light trails on my collarbone. “How long has it been since I fucked this horny body of yours, huh?”
Almost nine months.
“I don’t remember,” I lied through my teeth. I truly wanted to tell him to stop, but dear goodness, he felt too good. Even if his touch held hate, I missed him too much to throw this opportunity away.
“You look like a bitch in heat that needs a good fucking,” he sarcastically observed. I was about to tell him off when I felt his hand stroking the insides of my thighs, speeding my heart in an accelerated rate as he inched nearer, making me feel like I was edging closer to nirvana. My head spun from pleasure the second the pad of his thumb pressed on my clit, teasing.
“No underwear… Were you hoping he’d go in your room, creep into your bed and crawl in between your legs and fuck you until you’re awake?”
No, of course not!“Yes, that was the plan,” I challenged him, wanting to push his buttons.
He let out a harsh breath before his thumb hovered on my entrance while he hatefully gazed at me. “How often does he fuck you?”
I bit my lip, looking away. How often? I wasn’t sure. I mean, I wasn’t counting it on a daily basis. Besides, it had only been five weeks since I had started anything sexual with Liam. “I’m not sure.”
“Once a day?” He gave me a lethal look that made my stomach drop. “Twice…maybe three?”
I barely nodded, confirming his question.
“You must be pretty loose then,” he cuttingly said, nose flaring. “I don’t fuck loose cunts.” In a heartbeat, he was off me as if I was diseased and he didn’t want to get infected. His immediate withdrawal left me feeling like a whore, as if his words rang true because I let Liam have me whenever he wanted. Tears threatened to show, and I had to blink a few times to make them go away. Why did I have to want him so much? The need to flee was immediate, yet I simply couldn’t go leaving everything like this—hating one another.
He was standing at the window, staring out at the pool when I took hold of my night dress and pressed it against my breasts, slowly walking towards his formidable form.
His back was facing me, but he didn’t make an effort to spin around and face me. My mother had been right—this man, this stranger—was not the Greyson I knew. The other one was sweet, and though he could be callous at times, he never went this far to hurt me, treating me like trash.
“I could only guess why you hate me so much, but I want you to know that I don’t hate you—not like you do. We were friends once, and since our parents are dating, I hoped we’d find a common ground. It doesn’t have to be a friendly one, nor am I hoping it to be a superficial one, but I want us to be civilized at least. We had a brief fling, and we have both moved on since that happened—”
Greyson decided to cut me off then. “Where the fuck were you that day?” he asked cuttingly.
There was no point in telling him that I went there and witnessed them arguing, and how I had found out he was in love with Edith. If he admitted it to me, face to face, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. So to ease my pain and burden, I took the coward’s way out. “I left.”
It was easier to breathe and think when I was facing his back, but when he spun around and those eyes pinned me to the spot, I was a jumbled mess again.
“Are you happy? Is Liam all you’ve ever hoped for?” he asked in an eerie manner, as if he was interrogating me for a job.
“He loves me… like no other man could,” I bravely said, believing my own lies. “Besides, you’re married to Edith. Is she really sick? Are you guys okay andhappy?” When I uttered the word ‘happy,’ there was a snag in my voice.
