Page 71 of Brutal Callous Heir


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“You’re freaking out.” He glances over at me. His hair is all dishevelled, his eyes hooded, and skin flushed.

He looks thoroughly fucked. I suppose I look the same.

I trap a groan behind my lips. This is bad.

Really fucking bad.

Except, it was also good.

Really fucking good.

God, I’m a mess.

“We hate each other,” I point out.

“We do.”

“It was a bad idea.”

“The worst.” His mouth twitches.

“You really need to leave.”

“I will,” he says. “Any minute now. Any—”

“Theo!” I snap, panic swelling inside me.

“Jesus, you’re a barrel of laughs after sex.”

“And you’re a prick.”

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago when you were crying my name.Oh, Theo. More… more… yes… right there.”

“You are such a pretentious wanker.”

“And you’re a sour-faced bitch but you don’t see me complaining.”

“Get out. Now.”

I gather the sheet around my body, sit up, all while glowering at him.

Finally, with a little huff, Theo climbs off the bed and begins scooping up his clothes and pulling them on. Grabbing his phone off the dresser, he shoves it in his pocket, and heads for the door.

“Thanks for the ride.” He winks—the bastard actually winks—and slips out of my room like it doesn’t matter if anyone sees him.

Shit.

I flop back against my pillows and let out a frustrated sigh.

Well, that escalated quickly.

But maybe it’s a good thing. We fucked. Now we can move on. Forget all about the electric chemistry between us.

Something tells me it won’t be that easy, but it doesn’t matter. Because I meant everything that I said to him. I don’t want to be here and as soon as I can, I’m gone.

I don’t belong here and I’m sure as hell not stupid enough to think that something might become of me and Theo.

This was nothing more than hate sex. The chance to claw each other out from under our skin.

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