Page 37 of The Vengeance You Crave
"Shut up," I snap. "You don't need to talk."
All the air rushes from her as a disgruntled noise rips from her throat.
My grip tightens on her waist, my finger digging into her soft skin enough to leave marks.
The thought of her waking up in the morning with the evidence that I was this close to her is the final straw and by the time I push the key into the lock, my cock is trying to bust out of my jeans. Fucking good thing I'm not wearing a bedsheet right now.
"Get the fuck in," I say, pushing Peyton inside with my hand on the nape of her neck. She stumbles on her heels and falls into the couch as I once again lock the doors and pocket the key to stop her escape.
"I will ask you this once," I say, although it pains me to do so. "Do you want an audience for what's about to go down or would you prefer to keep it just between us?" I run my eyes down her barely covered body. Her chest is heaving, the fabric of her makeshift dress just about keeping her tits concealed, the skirt high enough that I can see her white lace panties beneath.
Her eyes drill into me as her nostrils flare and her lips purse in anger.
"So? I have no problem with everyone out there knowing what a filthy slut you are."
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Peyton
My body trembles with adrenaline, fear, and dare I say it… desire.
He stares at me with dark eyes, the muscle in his neck is pulsating and his hands balled into tight fists.
Pushing up from the couch so I'm sitting, I keep my eyes locked on his, trying not to wither under the heat of his stare.
I have no idea what's running through his head right now, but none of it is good. My stomach clenches at the thought of a repeat of Tuesday night only… alone.
My heart rate picks up even more, making my already alcohol-buzzed head spin faster.
I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't be excited about being locked in a building with this man—this stranger. Because that's what he is. The boy I once used to know and love is long gone. The man standing before me is someone else entirely. He's angry, dangerous, and lethal. Three things I didn't know I wanted but hell if I can deny that I'm not just a little bit turned on right now.
"You have three seconds to answer or the entire college is going to be witness to me ruining you right there on the couch."
"C-close t-them," I stutter, knowing that I need this to be between just us.
This isn't about anyone else. It's not about the people involved in ruining us. It's just us exorcising some demons. I just only hope that we can move past them once this is done.
He doesn't move and just as I start to think it was a trick question, that he was going to allow everyone to witness what happens next, he finally turns around.
The blinds are twisted closed and immediately it feels like the room has halved in size.
I fight to drag in the air I need but the second the air hits my nose, all I smell is him.
"Luc, what are you—"
"Why, P? Why are you here?"
I hesitate for a second but when I do try to answer he doesn't allow me. "Because I—"
"You're at MKU, aren't you?" he barks, his jaw popping with restraint.
"Yes," I confess although my voice is so quiet I doubt he actually hears it. He doesn't need to. He already knows the answer.
"Why? Why would you come here knowing that I was here? And don't try to play the innocent, P. I know you're not stupid enough to not know where I am."
"I knew you were here. I've watched your games."
All the air rushes from his lungs at my words.
