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My body hates me when I smack a hand over his between my legs. “Wait.”
He pulls away from me, his eyes widening in question.
“I’m not having sex with you, Benny.” It’s never been so hard to force words out of my mouth.
He thrusts his hips forward and gives my clit another stroke. “You sure about that?”
“Positive.” The one word comes out in three stutters.
Neither of us moves for a moment.
“You’re so wet for me, Neomi.” His voice is full of seduction. He doesn’t continue touching me, but he doesn’t pull away either. “Us fucking doesn’t mean you have to like me. In fact, I think our hate fucking would be better than lovemaking could ever be.”
My voice is low and stern when I say, “Benny, stop.”
My body aches for him.
My pussy walls are still tightening around his fingers.
I’m so close to falling apart in his arms.
So close to giving him something I’ve never given anyone.
I have to stay strong.
I quiver when he pulls away, taking his touch with him.
He stares at me, silent and focused, as if wondering if I’ll change my mind. I yank the shirt together, hugging it to my body so it covers as much as possible. I can’t stop myself from lowering my gaze. I swallow when I notice a wet spot where I was practically dry-humping him. The fact that it’s noticeable on black pants proves how much I was worked up.
“I’m going to, uh …” I stop and release a long breath. “Find a guest room now.”
I need to get out of here.
I feel like such a fool.
When I go to pass him, Benny captures my elbow to stop me. “You’re sleeping in here.”
I violently shake my head. “I’m not having sex with you, Benny.”
“I wasn’t aware we could only share a bed if we were fucking.”
“I don’t trust you—”
He releases me and pushes me forward, as if my response had burned his skin. “I don’t fucking rape women.” He stares at me in disgust, as if he’s never been sicker of me. “Get in bed. I won’t touch you … not even if you fucking beg for it.”
Turning, he stalks toward an open door in the corner of the room, where I assume the bathroom is. He slams the door shut, and I hear something shatter.
Now is the perfect chance for me to dart out of the bedroom, to go somewhere else and lock him out, but I don’t. I don’t because even though Benny is dangerous, I trust him. The bitterness on his face at my insinuation made it clear he won’t touch me against my will.
I take slow steps toward the bed and sit on the edge, bowing my head. I’m not sure how much time passes before I lower myself onto the bed, throw the blanket over me, and lie in the fetal position. The shower turns on in the bathroom.
The light is still on, and my back is to Benny when he returns to the bedroom. I don’t bother getting up to brush my teeth or to use the bathroom. All I want to do is stay on my side of the bed and forget this day happened.
Benny’s touch still lingers on my skin as he shuts off the light and joins me in bed. When I peek over my shoulder, I find his back is to me.
A wall between us—the truth of our fake union.
His breathing is hard as he lies there.
