“C’mon, baby, warm up for me,” I coax, her lips trembling from the ordeal. “I guess I’m not ready to end your demise just yet.”
My forehead presses into hers, and I breathe in nothing. Her scent erased as if I did murder her.
I’d never smell her again.
I’d never see her again.
I’d never be able to clear her from my fucking head.
She’s always going to haunt me unless I cage her and see her when I’m ready. When I mentally can.
“God,” I groan, feeling her squeeze me to her. Mold me to her and sink deeper into my DNA. “Maybe I’ll just keep you away from everyone and locked up. You won’t be able to assassinate Reeve like you did the other night. At the party…you fucking wrecked him.”
“Torin,” she whispers, barely anything over the rock of the boat.
“What? You hate me, too? I know you do.” I propel deeper into her until I can’t think about what I just did. “You will forever. I can’t take this back.”
Her hand finds my chest, but she doesn’t offer me a word. She allows me to drown in her silence and what she’s thinking. She doesn’t give me a peace offering or an apology. Not even a sentence promising revenge.
It’s worse than any of those things.
I can’t read her.
I can only feel her, and it’s stone cold.
I severed anything we ever could’ve had for good. And that’s what I wanted, right? Maybe I scared her enough to stay the fuck away from my boys and my family.
Maybe she’ll get Levi Wallace to fucking wipe me out so she doesn’t have to fear me anymore.
“Tell me what you feel,” I emit, clasping my lips softly around her. “I want to destroy you, Bay. I want you to suffer like I do. You fucking took him from me. He was all I had—I am fucking you like he doesn’t matter.” I slam my fist into the floor of the boat right next to her head, and she flinches in surprise. “He fuckingmattersto me.”
She bobs her head against mine, and her fingers curl into my naked chest.
I don’t know what that means.
If it’s comfort or just that she’s disgusted with me fucking her that’s making her recoil.
I don’t know.
I don’t know shit anymore.
All I feel is gray, gloomy, and detached from everything. I don’t care what comes tomorrow or the day after.
I’m not here, but I need to be. My brothers need me. And she’s married to my cousin.
“You hurt Ozzy,” I leer against her frosty lips. “And I’ll do this again. I want you to stay the fuck away from him…do you hear me?”
She lifts her chin in defiance. I can feel it even with my eyes closed before I take her lips again and lose myself in them. I kiss her while she allows me to take what I need from both them and her cunt.
I reach between her legs and our bodies, finding her clit, the weak spot. Because she’s mine. I want her to crash and fall even if it’s in pleasure. I want the scream that I won’t get because I stupidly don’t see myself putting a bullet into her anytime soon.
Maybe Ozzy will, I don’t know.
She’ll fuck up with him, and that’ll be it. He’ll do me a motherfuckin’ favor in the long run.
Me, on the other hand, she has too much power over me. I can’t even let her drown. I can’t nudge back the feelings that rear up and demand I protect her.
She doesn’t deserve it. As much as I don’t deserve to be inside her, taking from her sweet pussy and rutting against her like an animal.