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I push against his chest, trying to release myself from his grip, but his fingers tighten on my throat as his lips leave mine, trailing down the side of my mouth, leaving open-mouthed kisses before reaching my jaw. My eyes close tightly as the sensation of his mouth on me fills me with need. My hand slides down his chest, trailing over the hard planes of tight muscle until they meet the waist of his jeans.
A groan leaves his lips, his teeth bite lightly into the skin of my jaw, and his hand squeezes the globe of my ass cheek in the palm of his hand. My head tips back of its own accord, giving him better access to my neck and the space below my ear that he knows makes shivers rack my body. His lips move to the lobe of my ear before he sucks it hard between his lips, and then his teeth nip the delicate skin. I run my open palm down the front of his pants over his hard cock straining against the material.
His warm lips skate over my fevered skin, and shivers race down my limbs, my body overheating with the sensations he’s producing. “Pull down your pants, Amelia, and bend over this chair like a good little whore.”
My mind is blaring an alarm. His words are filled with anger, even though his body is filled with passion.No, I don’t want this with him like that. I don’t want his anger.“No…Theo.” I try to pull back from his grip on my body, but he’s unmoving.
“No, you will not pull down your pants, or no, you will not bend over the chair like a little whore?” His words slither across my skin, and I almost cave and do what he’s asking. He knows the truth, that some part of me likes being his whore. Enjoys when he inflicts pain with pleasure.
“Release me, Theo. Not like this.” I slide my hand back up his body and push hard against his chest. My fingers tangle in his hair and pull hard on the strands to pull his face away from mine.
“Not like this, huh? What, you have an issue with me fucking you full of hate, Amelia? Or should I call you Mia? Which do you prefer me to use as I call out your name with my cock deep inside your needy cunt?”
“Theo, stop!” I push away from him, my knee rising in between his legs, ready to hit him in the nuts to get him to release me. My body is finally catching up to my mind and realizing that he’s not trying to seduce me; he’s trying to hurt me.
A harsh laugh leaves his lips, and then he yanks hard on my neck while deflecting the blow from my knee against his groin. “Stop? Stop like you did? All this time, you were right here in front of our eyes, a deceitful little viper, making us fall for you. Making us share you. Just to what, Mia? To hurt us in the end?”
Tears fill my eyes at his grip on my ass cheek; each of his fingers will be present there come morning with how hard his grip is. The air in my throat is becoming increasingly desperate and shallow with each press of his fingers. My eyes meet his, but what I see there has me trembling. His eyes are dark molten pools filled with desire, rage, and hate.
He wants to hurt me. He wants to ensure that I know he can hurt me with his hold and his words. I stare back at him, and my self-preservation finally kicks in. My mind realizes we are in danger, and this is the Theo of the past. The one who doesn’t want to love us, only to destroy us. I slam my head hard into his forehead, both of us releasing our grips with the harsh impact.
For a moment, all I can see are bright lights; my head spins with the hard impact. Quickly I move away, sidestepping him, and putting one of the accent chairs between us. He lets out a ferocious groan before clutching at his head. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the red lump already forming on his forehead where mine connected with his. “What the fuck Mia!”
“What the fuck is right, Theo. Have you forgotten you don’t get to manhandle me without my say?” I straighten my posture and lock my trembling knees. I will not cower before him. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me fearful. That girl that once cried and begged is gone. I am a Stratford, and he seems to have forgotten that. I mean to remind him real quick of his mistake.
“Your say?” A pained chuckle leaves his lips. “You seem to say a lot of things, Mia. The problem is that all your words tend to be deceitful.” He runs his hand through his hair which is a mess from my grip. His features are harsh, and his eyelashes flutter as his forehead furrows. “Was any of it real, or was it all part of your scheme to get revenge?”
“It was real…it is real. Maybe not at the beginning…but now.” I try to swallow past the lump in my throat. All the different emotions going through me at a rapid rate are threatening to drown me.
“See, I don’t know if I can believe that. At least not completely anymore. I think you came here to do the most damage you could, Mia, and you succeeded. The four kings of Casbury broken at your feet, three of them tortured in far worst ways than we ever did to you.” He takes a step towards me, his hands clenching at his sides.
“Does it bring you any satisfaction knowing I’m broken now? That I am plagued with a mind filled with horrors. That Carter almost died over his reckless emotions, emotions that were over you. That this.” He raises his arms wide, his eyes large and boring into mine. “This all happened because you came here bent on revenge.”
“I wasn’t the one that hurt you, Theo. Yes, I came here for revenge, but I never really took my revenge on you. Not the way I had planned.”
“You’re right.” His hand wipes at his mouth like he’s trying to remove the taste of my lips from his. “You came here seeking revenge, but you didn’t strike the blows yourself. You were, however, the catalyst for all of it.”
“What do you want from me, Theo? I have done everything I can to protect the four of you, despite what you did to me.” My hands grip the top of the chair until they are bloodless and numb. His words are flaming swords to my soul, each one embedding a little deeper. He’s not lying, I did come here for vengeance and to destroy them, but I could never have predicted what would happen. The harsh turns our story would take.
“What do I want from you? Oh, Mia, so many things. I want you to tell me it was all a mistake, that you weren’t here to hurt me. That you were going to come clean with me and the others.” A harsh breath leaves his lips. His eyes are glassy with restrained tears. “I want you to tell me that it was all real, that you feel for me as much as I feel for you. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me, Mia. Then I want to believe it because right now I don’t.”
His words stun me. My lips open, but no sound escapes them. The words are trapped in my throat. I want to tell him that I was going to come clean, but the truth is I continued to hide it when I could have come clean after he was rescued. Fear and the need to control the narrative drove that decision.
My heart wants to reassure him that it was all real, but it wasn’t. At least not at the beginning. Initially, it was a distraction tactic to prevent them from seeing the plays I was making behind their backs. My heart squeezes tight as the words he wants to hear refuse to leave my lips. That I love him, some part of my soul and heart knows that I do, but because of our past, the words never form.
“That’s what I thought,” he nods his head and steps back away from me.
“Theo…I care for you. For all four of you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have protected you. I wouldn’t have fought my grandmother for you.”
“Did you really believe that would be enough, Mia? When we finally found out that you were not only Mia Stratford but also Amelia Hamilton. Were you banking on the fact that all four of us are in love with you to forgive you?” His harsh words echo over the room.
“No…I…I don’t know. I was afraid.” I squeeze my eyes shut, tears trailing a path down my cheeks and disappearing off my jaw. “I was afraid of what would happen when you found out. Then everything happened with Mateo…and I couldn’t risk losing you three too.”
“Tell me what your grandmother demanded as payment, Mia.”
I wipe the tears from my face with shaking hands. “She demanded my complete obedience when I leave Casbury Prep. I will marry a man of her choosing to further the Stratford holdings, growing our power base with my marriage.”
My words hit him like bullets. He takes a staggering step backward, his hand rising to his chest like he’s trying to ward off the impact of my words. For a moment, he doesn’t speak, and we both stand there, filled with devastation.
