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“I—” he starts, but then stops himself. His nostrils flare as he tries to control his temper. “I swore to you I would be back and I am. What else must I do to prove myself to you?”
All the hurt, all the rage of the last two years comes bursting forth.
“You could have not done what you did in the first place!” I shriek at him. “You with that stripper on your lap and your hands around her throat is branded on my mind. I’ll never forget that.Never. And you know what else I’ll never forget? Begging you to stay, and you walking away from me.”
He seizes my upper arms. “I didn’t want to do that! It killed me to walk away from you. Ilovedyou. I would have made you my wife years ago if I could.”
“Then why did you leave? And why did you stay away?”
He growls in frustration and glances toward the door.
I grab the sides of my head, digging my fingers into my scalp from pure frustration. I want toscream. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”
“Damn it all to fucking hell,” he says through his teeth.
And that’s all he says.
Not a word more.
I shove his shoulder with the heel of my hand, and he falls back half a pace. “I wish I’d fucked ten men while you were gone.” I shove his other shoulder and watch pain fill his eyes. “I wish I’d fucked ahundred.” I put both hands on his chest and push with all my might. “I wish you’d never come back.”
I turn on my heel and walk out of the room, blinded by tears. I don’t mean those words. I don’t mean a single one of them, but I’m too angry to take them back. I want to hurt him. I want him to bleed like I’m bleeding.
As I hurry toward my bedroom, he thunders up the stairs behind me, taking them two at a time. “Hey.”
By the time I reach my bedroom door and try to close it, he grabs it from me and pushes his way inside.
He grabs hold of me and walks me back against the wall until my back hits it and I’m staring up at him. “You wish I’d never come back? I know you don’t mean that.”
“I do mean it,” I snap at him. My hands grip his shoulders as he leans his body into mine. I hate how good he feels pressed against me.
“You’re hurting. That’s my fault. Let me make you feel better, baby.” He dips his head and brushes his lips over mine. “Take your clothes off and let me ravish your pretty cunt with my tongue. You can dig your nails into my shoulders and tell me I’m a bad man, the worst man, that you hate me, but you have to do it while I make you see stars. If you want, I can find that spot deep inside you with my fingers and you can burst all over my face. I’ll drink every drop.”
I shudder against him, my eyelashes fluttering as he whispers sweet, dirty, horny words to me.
“Or you can have my cock,” he breathes, his tongue flicking my lips. “Let me claim you the way I’ve dreamed of for years, angel. Do you crave the deep stretch of me filling you up inch by inch?”
How dare he tempt me with that when I’m trying to stay angry with him.
“I don’t need you to make me come. I can do it myself.”
He chuckles darkly. “Have you been touching your pretty clit and making yourself come? I’m aching to watch you play with yourself, but, princess, just your fingers? Is that all? That’s a spoonful of pleasure compared to what I can do for you. I can give you a whole feast.”
Arrogant bastard. I’ll show him. “I’ve given myself better than that. Do you really want to know who fucked me before you?”
Kristian frowns, but he moves back as I push him away from me, too curious for answers to fight me. I go over to my bed, reach into my bedside table, and take out a pale pink object that’s lying next to the knife I used to kill a man four years ago.
He frowns at the object in my hand, not understanding. Then he suddenly snatches it away from me and studies it with dawning anger. He brandishes the vibrating dildo at me. “Wait. This…thingstole what was rightfully mine?”
“I thought it didn’t matter to you whether I was a virgin or not?” I taunt him. “I thought what was important was if there was a man who remembers what I look like naked.”
Uncle Kristian glares around my bedroom, looking for something. He strides over to my desk and grabs a black permanent marker from a mugful of pens. Fury sparking in his eyes, he yanks the lid from the marker with his teeth and scrawls something along the sex toy. Then he throws the pen aside and hands the pink dildo back to me.
I take it from him and read what he’s scrawled along its length.
Uncle Kristian.
My cheeks burn and my lips twitch. This man is outrageous.
