“I fucking hate you. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
“You would think.”
I wonder if I can knee him in the balls. Probably not at this angle.
His hand moves over my stomach. “You want to come, P?”
I bite my bottom lip, hating myself even more. “Yes.”
His hand moves back to my panties, and I sigh in relief when I feel his fingers inside me and the swirl over my clit. A few strokes and I’ll be free. I just want to come and then get him the fuck out of here.
“I’ve been thinking about your little game today, Penelope. How you’ve punished me since the day after that first night together.”
I move my hips with him, chasing the orgasm and barely listening to his words as my head tilts back into the fluffy pillow underneath my head, feeling the waves start to crash, my body almost there.
“Thinking about every fight, every snide remark, every single time we’ve fucked since then, watching you drink yourself nearly to death and fuck strangers.”
My fingers thread into each other as I start to climb toward the glorious peak. “Like you haven’t tortured the hell out of me, Linc.”
“Oh, I have. No one ever said I don’t like playing with you too.”
His hand stops, and I can’t stifle the cry that escapes my lips as my body revolts, shaking with rage. “What the fuck, Linc?’
“I decided I like your little game. I like it not being a secret. Let’s just go for the gold, huh? Come up with really, truly fucked-up ways to hurt each other.” His eyes lock on mine as he holds me underneath him with all the power. “Does it hurt, P?”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
It doesn’t bother him at all. “You know what I like most about fucking you?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, and I struggle to get out of his hold because I don’t want to hear it. “There’s a little gasp you make right before you come.” His lips slide over my cheek. “It’s like you can’t believe how good it feels.”
I despise him. My eyes meet his with the fury I feel creeping through my aching body. “Get the fuck off me.”
He simply nods, knowing his little game was successful as he lays a slow kiss on my forehead before releasing me and climbing off my bed.
“Don’t play with me, P, unless you’re truly ready.”
He leaves, closing the door behind him. I cinch the robe around me with my hands clinging to it and turn to sob into my pillow, my entire body wracked with guilt, pain, and anger.
Knowing I have it all coming, but my mind already going over the ways I can get him back and what else he’ll do to me.
Because it will never be enough.
I stand in the shower, letting the water fall over my head as I place one hand on the tile in front of me, thinking about last night.
She infuriates me.
Seeing her lying on the bed in a see-through robe and sexy bra and panties, knowing she dressed that way for me, setting her trap, knowing I’d be her willing captive once again.
Fuck her and all her bullshit.
And still, today I have to play nice because I have to ask her for a favor.
My mother’s call early this morning was ill-timed. It would have been a hell of a lot better if she’d called me last night before I came back home from an on-campus study session which consisted of four nerds from my business calculus class. It was boring as fuck, but they know their shit, and I have a final coming up.
After what I did to Penelope last night, there’s no way in hell she’s going to agree to what I have to ask her.
The door to the bathroom pushes open, and I groan. Why the fuck didn’t I lock the door? I guess there’s no way in hell I thought she’d be joining me in the shower today.
But that’s exactly what she does. I turn in time to see her lift her shirt over her head. She must have changed out of the robe and bra after I left because she’s only wearing the panties now.
“P, I’m not in the fucking mood.”
Her cold eyes meet mine as she lowers her panties and kicks them to the side, opening the glass shower door. Her naked body momentarily distracts me. I was so fucking hard after teasing her last night that even jerking off before climbing into bed led to no satisfaction.
I know the only true way to feel any relief will be to sink inside her, but I can’t let that happen. I see the fury in her eyes. She’s back for revenge, and the result won’t be pretty.
I turn away from her and back toward the spray of the shower.
I push the water through my hair. “Didn’t you get enough pain last night, P?”
I hear her bitter laugh coming from behind me as she closes us in the shower. “That? Come on, Linc. I came so fucking hard after you left, I should be thanking you.” I turn around to face her as she shrugs her small shoulders. “Guess you’re going to have to up your game.”
I search her face, looking for the trace of the lie. There’s no fucking way she enjoyed that. What the hell are we doing to each other?
Her hand moves to my chest and then she drags her nails over the hard ridges of my abs, her eyes locked on mine when I hiss in pain, but I feel my dick start to stir to life. She drops down to her knees, her eyes looking up at me, the water spray from the shower mostly hitting my back, but some still reaches her. It soaks her face, sliding down over her tits, my cock coming alive as her hands grip my ass, pulling me to her. “Penelope. Stop.”
Don’t fall for this shit, Linc. After last night, she’s probably going to bite it off.
I want her mouth on me so fucking bad.
Her full, red lips lift into a cold smirk. “What’s wrong? You think I’ll do the same thing you did to me last night? Tease the everloving fuck out of you and then not let you come. That’s highly unoriginal and boring. Give me more credit than that.” She licks her lips and looks at my hardened dick. “I just like your cock.”
She’s most definitely fucking with me and still fuming from last night. I see the fire burning under the surface, and there’s no way I’m getting burned. “Get the fuck out. Let me shower in peace, and then I have to talk to you.”
Her hand wraps around my dick, and I fight the urge to thrust forward. “I don’t think you really want to talk, and there’s no denying the effect I have on you. Your cock is rock hard.”
“My mom called this morning. She wants us to go to the lake house.” I watch her entire body still before she releases me and then rises, her eyes meeting mine. “She wants us to go there on the anniversary.”
She’s no longer in control, her body stiff and the veins in her neck pulled tight. “No.”
“She needs this, P. It’s the first one.” I lean in, unable to not fuck with her. “Real boner killer, right?”
“Why would she want to go there?”
I turn away from her now, grabbing the body wash and lathering it up, washing my torso, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest before turning back around and looking into her deep dark blue eyes. “Because it’s where he fucking died. She wants to honor him.”
I never talk about his death, and neither does she. The little gasp that comes out of her mouth when I say it only deepens the ache. She shakes her head slowly from side to side. “I won’t go.”