Breaking Love
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“The truth is you’re wasting your time. I’m not your concern. I haven’t seen you in four years. We don’t just pick up after that just because we were once… um…” The flush on her skin told me she remembered exactly what we once were.
“What about your friends? You just let them go without a reason or a courtesy letter. I didn’t think under all the fluff and wildness was a cold-hearted bitch.” She flinched, and I almost felt sorry. Almost.
“How is she?”
“Who?”
She rolled her eyes. “Lake.”
“Happy.”
“With him?” I didn’t miss the disbelief in her eyes and the sound of disgust.
“By him, you mean Keiran? Yes, they are still happy together. In fact, they live together.” I studied her face and could practically see the emotions shifting in her eyes. “You seem disappointed.”
“I am. She’s weak.”
“As opposed to you?”
“For starters, I’m not with someone who abused me for ten years.”
“But you did fuck his best friend.” Another flinch, but I refused to let up. “It’s not about that, though, is it? You were fine with Keiran until she chose him over you.” The flash of fire in her eyes gave me my answer even when she remained silent. “Grow up. Accept it.”
“I have.” The shrug of her shoulders and the indifference she displayed did little to put me at ease.
“What are you up to, Willow?”
She released a deep breath and locked her gaze with mine. “I told you. That break-in could have easily had everything to do with you as it could with me.”
“But it didn’t have anything to do with me, did it? Those men came there for you. Who were they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“So now you can read minds?”
“I can read yours.”
She pursed her lips. “Then what am I thinking now?”
“That if you don’t stop testing me, your night will be far from ending soon.” The threat seemed to work. Her shoulders stiffened before relaxing in submission.
“I’m tired, Dash.”
“Tell me what I want to know and you can sleep.”
“I fucking told you—”
My hand reached out and clamped her lips shut. “Watch your mouth.” I let her lips go and met her stare, feeling smug. She didn’t like the way I handled her, but she couldn’t ignore the way her body responded, either. It was always lust that betrayed us and made us weak when we so desperately needed to use our heads.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“Because it keeps me from spanking your ass.”
She scoffed. “I’m not a child.”
“No, you’re not.” I grazed my eyes over her body long enough to make her squirm. I stopped eye-fucking her long enough to notice her dirty feet and yesterday’s clothing. “Shit.”
I stalked over to her, plucked my phone from her fingers, and dialed Fisher. He answered on the first ring. “I need you to send someone to get women’s clothing and toiletries.” I ran down her sizes and hung up.
“How do you know my size?”
“I know everything about you.”
“Not everything,” she whispered. Her tone was soft, but her eyes were defiant. She should know better than to challenge me by now. I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face so she couldn’t hide.
“Take your clothes off and let me see how well I remember you.”
There it was. The lust and longing were there. The four years behind us had done little to demolish or lessen the way she responded to me. When she finally realizes she’ll never stop wanting it, I’m going to make her beg for it.
My cock came to life with the idea and because the feeling was one I remembered and didn’t want to let go, I decided to voice it.
“I might even make you beg for me to remember you.”
“You’ve got it wrong. I’ll never beg.”
“Angel, you already are. Each time your skin heats, your breath hitches, and your pussy drips in my presence, you’re begging for me to take you.”
I waited for a response, but none came. She was too busy staring at my now hard cock that I didn’t bother to conceal. I used the opportunity to run my fingers through her wild copper hair that drove me insane. The texture and feel of her wild mane slipping through my fingers was exactly how I remembered it.
With my hand in her hair and her face level with my cock, it was the perfect opportunity for me to feel her mouth on me again after four long years of being without.
“What about your friends? You just let them go without a reason or a courtesy letter. I didn’t think under all the fluff and wildness was a cold-hearted bitch.” She flinched, and I almost felt sorry. Almost.
“How is she?”
“Who?”
She rolled her eyes. “Lake.”
“Happy.”
“With him?” I didn’t miss the disbelief in her eyes and the sound of disgust.
“By him, you mean Keiran? Yes, they are still happy together. In fact, they live together.” I studied her face and could practically see the emotions shifting in her eyes. “You seem disappointed.”
“I am. She’s weak.”
“As opposed to you?”
“For starters, I’m not with someone who abused me for ten years.”
“But you did fuck his best friend.” Another flinch, but I refused to let up. “It’s not about that, though, is it? You were fine with Keiran until she chose him over you.” The flash of fire in her eyes gave me my answer even when she remained silent. “Grow up. Accept it.”
“I have.” The shrug of her shoulders and the indifference she displayed did little to put me at ease.
“What are you up to, Willow?”
She released a deep breath and locked her gaze with mine. “I told you. That break-in could have easily had everything to do with you as it could with me.”
“But it didn’t have anything to do with me, did it? Those men came there for you. Who were they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“So now you can read minds?”
“I can read yours.”
She pursed her lips. “Then what am I thinking now?”
“That if you don’t stop testing me, your night will be far from ending soon.” The threat seemed to work. Her shoulders stiffened before relaxing in submission.
“I’m tired, Dash.”
“Tell me what I want to know and you can sleep.”
“I fucking told you—”
My hand reached out and clamped her lips shut. “Watch your mouth.” I let her lips go and met her stare, feeling smug. She didn’t like the way I handled her, but she couldn’t ignore the way her body responded, either. It was always lust that betrayed us and made us weak when we so desperately needed to use our heads.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“Because it keeps me from spanking your ass.”
She scoffed. “I’m not a child.”
“No, you’re not.” I grazed my eyes over her body long enough to make her squirm. I stopped eye-fucking her long enough to notice her dirty feet and yesterday’s clothing. “Shit.”
I stalked over to her, plucked my phone from her fingers, and dialed Fisher. He answered on the first ring. “I need you to send someone to get women’s clothing and toiletries.” I ran down her sizes and hung up.
“How do you know my size?”
“I know everything about you.”
“Not everything,” she whispered. Her tone was soft, but her eyes were defiant. She should know better than to challenge me by now. I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face so she couldn’t hide.
“Take your clothes off and let me see how well I remember you.”
There it was. The lust and longing were there. The four years behind us had done little to demolish or lessen the way she responded to me. When she finally realizes she’ll never stop wanting it, I’m going to make her beg for it.
My cock came to life with the idea and because the feeling was one I remembered and didn’t want to let go, I decided to voice it.
“I might even make you beg for me to remember you.”
“You’ve got it wrong. I’ll never beg.”
“Angel, you already are. Each time your skin heats, your breath hitches, and your pussy drips in my presence, you’re begging for me to take you.”
I waited for a response, but none came. She was too busy staring at my now hard cock that I didn’t bother to conceal. I used the opportunity to run my fingers through her wild copper hair that drove me insane. The texture and feel of her wild mane slipping through my fingers was exactly how I remembered it.
With my hand in her hair and her face level with my cock, it was the perfect opportunity for me to feel her mouth on me again after four long years of being without.
