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His upper lip pulls back in a snarl. “It was still my name you were screaming minutes ago.”
I grit my teeth and hate that he is able to throw that shit back in my face. Taking back control of this situation, I run my hand down his sculpted chest and love the way he eyes me with apprehension but yet he still doesn’t stop me. I reach his cock and fight the gasp that wants to break free when I find him hard already. A self-satisfied smirk graces his face and I want to knock it off. Wrapping my hand around the base of it I squeeze and slowly pump, loving that pained hiss that comes from him. I lean forward and nip at the side of his neck before licking a trail to his lobe.
“You like that?” I whisper huskily as I continue to pump him at a steady pace.
“Fuck, yes.” I smirk triumphantly and quickly drop his cock before gripping his balls in my hand and squeezing hard. He screams like a little bitch. I use my hold on his balls to push him backward until his back is flush against the tiled wall. He stands there with his hands raised as if surrendering, breathing hard and fast. “Let. Go,” he grits out, the pain is evident in his voice.
“You’re going to answer a few questions first,” I snarl and increase the pressure on his nuts, forcing him onto his tiptoes.
“Fucking ask whatever you want you crazy pyro,” he shouts.
“Why’d you buy the ring?” When he takes too long to answer, I twist his balls and he screams so fucking loud I almost feel sorry for him.
“I bought it after she died!” he roars. My face slackens and I relent a little and don’t crush his balls as tightly, allowing him a moment to breathe a little easier.
“Why?”
“She told Katie about the ring and said it was her dream wedding band. After she died, I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else having that ring so I bought it.” I should be livid, cursing him out or ripping his balls off but I don’t do any of those things. I just stand here and stare up at him for a long while.
“You were telling the truth earlier, weren’t you?” I utter.
“About what?” he snaps.
“You told her from the start you would never love her.” He takes a shuddering breath and closes his eyes as he nods. After a second, he spares me with those brown eyes.
“I never lied to her, Alexa.” The truth of his words can be heard.
“But you never let her go either,” I sneer. “I’m going to fucking ruin your life, I have to.” A defeated sigh escapes him.
“I know. Which is why I won’t stop you, press charges or do anything to fuck up your life.”
“Why?” I ask skeptically.
His gaze bores into mine. “Because it’s what she wanted.”
* * *
I slept like shit next to Corvin. I stuffed pillows in the middle of the bed to make sure he didn’t cross onto my side. I would have slept downstairs in the room he gave me but it was destroyed. The moment the sun was out, I was up and dashing from his room. Last night was a mistake that I won’t be repeating again. The second I saw the carnage downstairs, I actually felt like an asshole but what can I do about it, the damage is done. I do decide to be a good bitch and clean up my room so I won’t have to sleep with Corvin again but fuck, I did a good job of fucking shit up.
“Alexa!” The sound of him shouting my name rouses me from my thoughts. I look around my room and cringe. I’ve been in here for hours and it still looks like shit. Fuck it. I leave the room and go in search of Corvin only to find him standing in the living room with an older looking guy in a suit. Corvin is red faced and looks like he might stroke out if he doesn’t calm the fuck down. He says nothing, just stands there and continues to glare at me. I grow tired of waiting so I speak.
“What? You scream for me then stand there like a fucking mute.” His nostrils flare in anger. He snakes his arm out and holds it directly in front of my face. I frown at all the text messages from random numbers. I peer around the phone and quirk a brow at him. “Uh, you’re popular, cool.”
His eyes narrow to slits. “You fucking little shit. Troy just informed me that you blasted my number on Craigslist.” Oh shit, I can’t help the laughter that bursts out of me. I’m laughing so hard that I wind up hunched over, gasping for air with tears trekking down my cheeks. “What the fuck?” he snaps, ruining my moment. I stand up straight and roll my eyes.
“I told you, just because we fucked didn’t mean I would stop fucking with you.” His upper lip pulls back in a snarl and the guy Troy coughs to mask his laughter.
“Why are fucking dudes messaging me and saying they accept my offer for a room?” I smile wide and bat my lashes up at him as I answer.
“I may have put an ad out saying I needed somewhere to live, I couldn’t afford to pay rent so I offered them my pussy as payment but don’t worry, I didn’t post a picture of myself on there.” As crazy as it seems he looks relieved by that but I’m not done. “I used a picture of your sister.” That does it, he takes a single step and then I’m off running. I hear him behind me and decide to avoid the mess of my room and race up the stairs to his to lock myself in the bathroom. He’s so fucking close I can practically feel his breath on the nape of my neck. I reach the landing and take one step before I’m ankle tapped and sent sailing forward, before I can smack face first into the carpet I twist and land on my side. He looms above me, looking like he wants to wring my neck, I may be fucked in the head because rather than being terrified that he may hurt me, I’m thrilled at the prospect of seeing how far I can push before he really does snap.
“You are going to pay for that little stunt,” he pushes out past clenched teeth. I rest up on my elbows and smile up at him which only serves to piss him off further.
“Look, in my defense I thought I was helping you out,” I say sweetly.
“How the fuck would guys offering to fuck me help?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I figured having a dick in your ass might loosen the stick you have up there twenty-four-seven.” His eyes blaze with anger. I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. He crouches down beside me, clearing his face of all anger and replacing it with a look of… need which throws me off kilter. He reaches out and runs his fingers through my long raven hair, his tender touch has me on edge.
