Page 115 of Isolation
“Jesus!” I cut him off. “What you did wasnotlove. Do you even understand the ramifications of your supposedlove?You have no idea what it’s like to be betrayed by someone you trust unconditionally. You don’t know what it’s like to have basic rights taken away; the right to decide what you want to do with your own body.”
“Youdon’t know what it’s like when your only chance at happiness is taken away. You fucked with my head for entertainment. You exercised complete control over my heart and brain until I was drowning. You kicked me to the curb after making sure I’d never be free of you.”
I roughly grab his shirt collar, turning myself into the aggressor for a change.I look my assailant directly into his cold, dead eyes.
“I had a fucking momentary memory lapse when I let you back in my life,” I hiss. “I was crazy to forget what you are capable of.”
“You are right,” he growls. “Youarecrazy for underestimating me. Have you forgotten what I did toAshor all the other fuckers I found out about while you were living it up in Paris? So, maybe it’s not in your best interest to piss me off right now.”
“Others?” I choke on the word.
Milo beat up one of my ex-lovers when he found out about him, but I only ever knew of one. How many has he done this to? I stare at him in disbelief.
“What the fuck!” I scream. “What is wrong with you? Why do you have to be this way?”
“Because I am obsessed with you,” he screams back. “Because I love yo—”
“No!” I cry out as my hold on his collar tightens. I will kill him if he tells me again that he loves me. “You don’t deserve to say those words to me.”
“I suffered for years, and you can’t even hear me say it?” Milo hisses. “I fucking love—”
“SHUT UP!” I yell at the top of my lungs.
“NO!” he roars back, equally as loud. “Youwilllisten to the fucking words. I love—”
I don’t let Milo finish the sentence, and slam my lips onto his. I push him up against the column as hard as I can. One of my arms goes around his neck to grip his hair.
Milo is frozen from shock but suddenly moves at an all-mighty speed as it dawns on him what I just did.
He grabs my ass to pick me up. My legs naturally wrap around his waist. I lean further into him, forcing his back to hit the column harder.
I kiss him fiercely.
Rough.
Demanding.
Hateful.
Milo pulls me tighter into him with the arm he has around my waist. His other hand frantically grabs at the hem of my dress to slide it up to my hips.
Both of my hands travel between us to unbuckle his belt and undo his pant buttons. I pull down his zipper and reach inside his boxers to pull out his dick.
Neither of us come up for air as I aggressively stroke his tongue with mine and his dick with my hand.
With one hand holding his throbbing cock, I use my other to pull my thong to the side.
I slide him into my folds to position him, lift my body slightly off his, and slam myself down.
“Fuck!” Milo finally breaks the kiss to pant.
I place my palm flat on the column with the other hand around Milo’s neck, using the support to rock myself against him.
He is looking at me with nothing but awe, unable to speak. Both of us stare at each other in shock.
Milo slides his hands up from my thighs up to my ass and moves us backward till my back hits the wall by the window.
I slide my hands across Milo’s chest to his sleeve to peel his jacket off. He alternates his hands so I can peel off each sleeve, tossing the jacket over his shoulder.
