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“What makes you think that?” I tilt my head in question.
“Well, we can start with the fact I think you might be a psychopath.”
I shrug, waiting to see if she’ll continue.
“You don’t treat someone you claim to love the way you’ve treated me. You don’t drug them, hold them hostage, lock them in their room, chase them through the woods, or do half the shit you’ve done to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I lean closer, keeping her trapped with my body. “My love may not be the sweet romantic bullshit kind you see in movies or read about in books, but mine is real. It’s messy, chaotic, and yeah maybe a bit psychotic. But that doesn’t mean it’s not love.”
“Maybe I want the sweet romantic bullshit.”
I huff out a small laugh. “No you don’t. Because you’remeant for me, which means my type of love is exactly what you want. More than that, it’s the type of love youneed.And I’m going to show you exactly how I know that’s the truth.”
I drop down to my knees, pulling her pants off quickly before throwing her legs over my shoulders and diving between them. Because while she may not admit that she loves me yet, we both know that’s the case. It’s only a matter of time, and until then I’ll have fun pulling everything else from her until she finally admits it.
Chapter 36
Mayson
Iwant to be mad at him. I reallyshouldbe mad at him, he fucking admitted to drugging me. He’s a deranged psycho that forced his way into my bed. But more than that, he forced his way into my heart, too. Somehow, some fucking way. Though, he did more than just force it. He bulldozed right past every wall I had up and made himself right at home.
Just like he’s seemed to have made himself right at home between my legs with his face buried there while he makes me see stars. I’ve always heard about guys not wanting to go down on girls, or that they aren’t very good at it. But not Colin. Of course the asshole is good at it. He’s good at everything he seems to stick his mind to.
Which is probably why he was able to get me to feel things for him, even despite knowing what he did to me. Despite everything, my heart can’t bear the thought of not being with him. Which probably makes me just as deranged as him, if not more.
That’s exactly how I feel with the way he’s able to easilypull a powerful orgasm from me, and I go boneless at the sensations taking over me.
When he rises, his mouth and chin are coated in my release, and I whimper at the sight. Especially when he licks his bottom lip for more of the taste. I practically melt right off the counter at the indecent sight.
“Are you still mad at me?” he taunts, like he can read my mind.
“Yes.”
“Guess I have to work harder for your forgiveness.”
I try to push him away again as he scoops me back up. “You can’t just win me over with sex.”
“I can’t?” he taunts, carrying me upstairs. “Seems like it’s helping a little bit.”
“Nah, I’m just using you some more.”
He jostles me and I grunt as my stomach lands on his shoulder, knocking the air out of me.
“That’s not as funny as you think it is.” He slaps his hand on my ass and I let out a little growl in annoyance.
“I’m not trying to be funny.”
“Good because we would need to work on your comedic skills if you were.”
“Yeah, well we need to work on your romantic skills.”
That earns me a laugh. “Now, that’s funny.”
I’m tossed down onto his bed roughly, and then he’s on top of me, pinning me with his hips. His eyes are locked on mine. The dark blue is blazing while his hard cock is digging into me, making me squirm.
“What if I apologize? Would that make it better?” he asks. His deep voice seems even deeper, but I don’t know if it’s just my mind altering everything as lust consumes me.
“Not if you’re doing it just so I’ll let you fuck me.”
