Page 3 of Unpredictable

I force myself not to react.

Is Sterling walking this way? Is he jealous?

After a brief moment of silence, I’m sure he’s messing with me. As I’m about to respond, Sterling’s voice comes from behind me.

“V, is this peasant bothering you?” The shivers his voice evokes never cease to amaze me.

“Peasant? Seriously?” The disgust in his voice is evident as his eyes move back to me. “You could do so much better. Find me when you wise up.”

I don’t respond as I feel Sterling’s hand slide down my arm and grasp my hand.

“Come on,” he murmurs. Sterling pulls me through the party, up the stairs, and down the hall to the last door.

Sterling’s room.

“You have a house full of people, Brooks,” I tease.

“Shut up, Victoria.” He pulls me into his room and slams the door shut behind me before pushing me up against the wall and getting in my face. “What the fuck was that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“He was all over you!” he yells.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask coolly.

“No, I’m not kidding you. We have a deal, Victoria.”

“Yes, we do, Sterling. We agreed not to let anyone else touch us as long as we’re sleeping together. He never touched me,” I tell him slowly.

“How can I be sure? For all I know, you’re just like them and you're lying.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. There was space for at least one person between us, and pot meet kettle. I have to watch women touch you every day,” I snap. I touch his forearm. “Oh, Sterling, you're so funny.” I fake giggle.

“Stop it.”

I push his chest. “No, you stop. How dare you freak out on me for something so small when I have to deal with so much more on a daily basis. Do you think I enjoy watching other women touch you? Hit on you? But because of our rules, I can’t say or do anything.”

“No one’s stopping you,” he says gruffly.

“Admit it, if I said anything, you would shut this down. Has it ever crossed your mind that I don’t want to stop?”

Next thing I know, Sterling’s pulling me towards him and slamming his mouth onto mine.

His mouth moves with an underlying anger that I match stroke for stroke. He kisses me until my head starts to spin and I feel faint from the lack of oxygen. Right before I pass out, he pulls back and presses his head against mine.

“You’re mine.”

I don’t respond as his lips ghost against my jaw, trailing to my ear.

“This body? It’s mine.” His hands trail down my body until one grips my hip while the other skims up my skirt, cupping my pussy. “This? This is mine. Tell me, Victoria.”

I gasp as he grabs the middle of my thong, pulling it roughly down my thighs. I’m panting as the sting from his rough motions send tingles to my core. His fingers run back up my thighs until they dip into me. I moan at the sensation of his fingers gliding through my wetness. When he stops suddenly, I whimper.

“Answer me, Victoria. Who do you belong to?”

The fog in my brain clears. I hesitate, thinking about what this means. Does this mean he wants more? I stare into his eyes, looking for the underlying meaning. He must see something in mine because one moment I’m standing in front of him, and the next, he has me pushed onto his bed while he kneels between my legs.

“It’s okay, V. You don’t have to say it. I’ll prove to you that this is mine.”

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