Page 96 of Bittersweet Revenge
“Hey,” Ollie says softly. It’s a kind hello, but it makes my skin crawl. He can tell something is going on, and he’s been trying so hard to be supportive, when really, he just needs to stay away from me, to write me off because all I do is ruin things. “Are you hungry? I brought pizza from work.”
“I’m good,” I say, then grab my earbuds and put them in. I don’t turn music on, but he doesn’t know that.
Ollie sighs, sits at the small table.
It’s late. He doesn’t typically come in at this time unless he had a shift.
Ollie eats while I lie around in bed like a loser.
I miss Aislin.
Even fucking Cillian and Rory.
But even more than that, I miss Tiernan so much, I ache with it. I didn’t realize just how alone I was until I wasn’t, and now I’m lost in it, in this world of my own making. It feels like I’m in a maze and just keep going and going, trying to find my way out of it, but I can’t.
I frown at the knock on the door. Ollie doesn’t ever have people at the dorm room this late—at least not when I’ve been here. When he turns to look at me, the confusion on his face lets me know he’s not expecting anyone.
My skin prickles with awareness, this buzzing I haven’t had in what feels like an eternity making my pulse beat faster and my chest feel…different. There’s not a doubt in my mind who it is.
I roll off the bed, tugging my earbuds out, taking quick, heavy steps toward the door. When I pull it open, Tiernan is there, with bloodshot eyes and an angry scowl.
“Let me in.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Good observation. Let me in.”
I step aside, and he comes in, taking one look at Ollie, who says, “I know, I know. Leave.” He grabs his backpack and pizza.
“You don’t have to go. This is your room. We can go,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.
“I’d rather you stay here so I know where you are.” Ollie gives Tiernan a determined look, and I have to say, he’s a brave little fucker.
Ollie slips out of the door, closing it behind him. The second he’s gone, I turn to Tiernan just in time for his lips to be seared to mine.
The kiss is hard and angry, punishing, but hungry too. He pushes me against the table, my arms immediately going around him, and I kiss him back, savoring this feeling of completion again.
I taste alcohol on his tongue, and it’s the one thing that makes me pull back when all I want to do is give myself to him. “You’re drunk,” I say again.
“Fuck you for not getting out of my head.”
My heart breaks into a million slivers, so fine that it would only take one breath for them to blow away. “I didn’t know I would feel this way about you. I didn’t know I’d be yours. But I fucking fell for you, Tiernan. I gave myself to you, despite who you are. I want you still.”
His mouth comes down hard on mine again, his tongue pushing past my lips, his body against mine, Tiernan rutting against me. He shoves his hand under my shirt, growls into my mouth, each movement so needy, like he can’t get enough of me.
I’ll never get enough of him.
“Has anyone touched you?” His mouth slides down my neck, the sharp pain welcome when he bites me.
“No. Never.” I don’t want anyone else but him.
“I would fucking kill them if they did, and fuck you for that too.” He moves to the other side of my throat, sucking and marking me there too. “Why do I still want you? We went out tonight. I didn’t want anyone else. I couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you.”
The buzzing inside me grows, this powerful surge of possessiveness filling me up when I’ve felt so empty. “That’s because you’re mine.” He bites me again, pinching one of my nipples at the same time. “Ouch. Fuck.”
“I want you.” He pulls back, holding on to my shirt, then taking it with him and tossing it to the floor. “Say it. Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you.” I gasp when his tongue lashes over the nipple he just pinched. “Are you sure…”
