Page 51 of Reconciling With the Rival

I open the drawer and grab the corkscrew before I stab it into the cork. If I was a better person, I wouldn't be seeing Leo’s face in the cork as I stab it, but I’m not.

Fuck, what I would give to stab Leo for real. I’m sure he’d be fine. I’m sure he’d have some hot nurse come and look after him.

Stop, Ella.

“You imagined that was me, didn't you?”

“No comment.” I smile sweetly at him as I abandon the glass and drink straight from the bottle. As I walk by him, I turn thestove off. If he wants to play these stupid fucking games, I will too.

I get into my room and place my wine bottle on my side table, but I notice I don’t hear my door shut. When I turn around, Leo is in my room.

“Why did you turn the stove off? I was using it.”

“Because you tried to cut my hands off when you shut the drawer.”

He runs a hand through his already messy hair. “God, Williams, you act so high and mighty for someone who plays games like a bloody child.”

“Coming from you,” I poke his chest again, “that’s fucking rich.”

He steps closer to me, officially invading my personal space. “I only fight with you because you piss me off unlike anyone else.”

“Then I deserve a medal. It’s way too fucking easy.”

“A medal? Oh, you want a trophy for pushing every goddamn button and getting under my skin? Is that what you want? A fucking prize?” he asks me, his face close to mine.

“Yes, actually—”

And before I can register what’s happening, his lips smash into mine.

I might hate mostthings about Ella, but when my lips connect with hers and she shuts her mouth, I like her.

I don't know why I’m kissing her, if I’m being honest. All I know is that today was fucking terrible, and for some reason, when she was yelling and pointing her finger at me, I was turned on.

There’s something so devilish about Ella when she’s angry. I’ve always liked playing with fire, but her fire is more explosive, more intense.

That’s what makes her such a good fuck. She’s just as explosive in the bedroom as she is with her mouth.

But she’s kissing me back, just like last time we did this.

Fuck, I’ve missed how good this feels. Not because it’s with Ella, but in general. Normally, I’m not much of a kisser, but it was the only way I could shut Ella up, other than shoving her down onto her knees and shoving my dick in her mouth.

On second thought…

I snake one of my hands to her chest and shove her back on her bed. She bounces on the mattress before I grab her by the neck and hoist her up onto her knees.

“What the fuck, Zimmerman?”

“Oh, back to surnames, are we?” I ask as I tighten my hold on her neck. “I like you much better when you’re not talking back like a little fucking brat.”

Her pupils dilate, and I know her pussy is pulsing between her legs. Ella might hate me, but she loves my mouth. She loved when I talked dirty in her ear while I thrusted into her. Well, her pussy loved it. The last and only time we fucked, it was practically strangling my cock when I told her how good she looked taking my dick.

My hand was around her throat, so she couldn't say something snippy back to me, but I know she liked it. She came all over my cock and then bolted, but nothing could ever erase that memory from my head.

“S-Shut the fuck u-up,” she stammers, my hand still wrapped around her throat.

“Not until you stop acting like a brat, or do I need to take you over my knee and teach you a lesson?”

“We’re not doing this again, Leo.” I loosen my hold on her neck before I turn her around so she’s on her stomach.

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