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“Oh really? What about a year from now, after we separate? What do you think they’ll say then?”
If her words didn’t piss me off so much, I’d love how feisty she’s behaving.
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
“No, you don’t have to worry about that. Hell, I’m going to have to move to Europe to get away from the fallout.”
A muscle twitches in my jaw with the effort to stop myself from explaining that this will never be over. That there is no after. There’s not a timeline in this universe where she gets away from me.
She’s as sweet as ever when she says goodbye to Nicholas, who can’t help himself from smirking at me, but she remains cold as ice when I try to speak to her.
I follow her up the stairs, enjoying the flush that crawls up the back of her neck. I move, closing the distance between us, and crowd her against the wall, stopping her ascent.
“Back off.” She looks up at me with narrowed green eyes, a dare written over them I can’t resist. I crash my mouth into hers and lick at the seams until she opens for me with a moan.
A dam breaks inside her, and her anger burns her from the inside as she scratches her nails along my back. She pours her frustration into me, and I drink in every last drop.
“Fuck,” I groan, pushing my hips into her, staggering my feet on the stairs for balance, and kiss her jaw when her head falls back to rest on the wall.
“You are so fucking sexy right now,” I murmur into her neck, then bite the delicate skin. She bucks against me, and I reach down, lifting her by her thighs until she wraps her legs around my waist. Misty buries her fingers into my hair and hauls my mouth to hers, biting my lip hard enough for the taste of iron to fill my mouth. A low groan rumbles in my throat, and she rocks herself against my throbbing cock.
Her movements are rushed, jerky, and sharp, with built-up frustration as she tries to tear my belt open. She’s just about to slide her hand around my cock when the door a floor above us opens, and her eyes snap wide.
She instantly drops her legs from around me and goes to sidestep me. I grip her arms, holding her in place. “Don’t.”
She yanks her arm back. “Let go of me.”
I’m forced to stay to the side as a young couple walk down the stairs holding hands, giving Misty time to put space between us. I’d prefer to make them move around me, but something tells me Misty would not like me harassing our neighbors.
The second the couple passes, I take my time stalking her. She doesn’t look back when she enters the apartment, but she doesn’t close the door either. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she wants me here.
The door to our bedroom slams shut, followed by the soft click of the lock the second I clear the threshold.
I knock softly. “It’s not a good idea to run from me, Little Nymph.”
“Leave me alone.” Her muffled yell comes clear through the door.
“You’re in our room,” I point out helpfully.
“Sleep on the couch, or better yet, go to your own home.”
My jaw ticks, but a slow smile takes over my mouth. When I fuck her again, I’m going to remind her just how much she wants me here.
“Am I supposed to sleep in my suit?”
There’s a long pause, shuffling noises coming from the other side of the door, before it clicks open. I barely register her face before she tosses clothes my way and relocks the door.
I drop my forehead to the hollow wood and take a deep breath in. It still smells like her. Fine. If she wants to play this game, I’ll play.
I return to the kitchen and pour myself two fingers’ worth of whiskey, sipping it slowly, giving her time to form a false sense of security.
My phone buzzes.
Bash: How pissed is my sister?
Xander: The way she stormed out of there was impressive.
Bash: Some fucking asshole was talking shit about her. Don’t worry. We took care of it.
