Page 14 of Arranged Control
He sighs, stretching. I take the moment to admire his lean physique. The man’s got the thighs of a model.
“And you probably have a chore chart, but you live alone. So really it’s just for you.”
“I don’t forget anything that way. Are we seriously sitting here criticizing me? After we just—” I wave a hand at him, scowling.
“After we just fucked like horny rabbits?”
“I guess you can put it that way.”
He laughs again. I like that sound. But it also pisses me off. “This is the part where you shut down, isn’t it?”
I sputter, getting pissed. “What the heck? You don’t even know me and you’re acting like you’ve got me figured out?”
“You’re twenty-five, own a boutique, lived in the shadow of your bratva father all your life, and now you’re finally on your own. But you were trained to be this perfect little princess with everything in its proper place, and you really took to that, didn’t you? Makes you feel safe, right? Except you fell in with a guy like Alex, pretended he wasn’t a piece of shit, and made yourself feel like a rebel. Now you have me, a big scary criminal for a future husband, and you’re reeling because I just fucked heaven into you, and you don’t know what to do with that. How am I doing so far?”
I stare at him, hands curled into fists. I grab the pearls and yank the string off, sending a couple scattering to the floor, and hurl it at him.
He lazily bats it away.
“What thehellis wrong with you?” I storm over and grab his pants, throwing them at him. “Am I seriously marrying a psychopath? Or are you just the most arrogant prick in the world?”
“Only trying to get to know my future wife.”
“By being a fucking asshole.” I throw his shirt at him. “Get dressed and get out.”
He pretends to pout. “You’re fucking me and kicking me out? I feel so used.”
“I doubt youfeelmuch of anything, you dickhead.”
He slowly gets out of bed. I watch him dress, mortified and pissed beyond measure. He watches me in turn, seemingly totally unfazed by his terrible behavior.
What the hell was that? His little speech about my personality? If he was trying to embarrass me, he did a great job.
Once his clothes are on, he drapes his jacket over his arm.
“I had a very nice time,” he says politely.
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Despite the way this ended, I look forward to seeing you again.”
I point at the door. “Leave.”
He turns and walks off. I follow, shaking with rage. I’ve never been so mortified in my life. That was even worse than when he saw me topless. At least that was a mistake. And I have great tits.
But he just ripped into me for no reason. Right after fucking me into the best orgasm of my life.
What the hell just happened?
I slam the door behind him and make sure the deadbolts are locked before sinking down to the floor. I pull my knees to my chest and put my face in my thighs.
I still smell like him.
Finally, the dam breaks, and I start sobbing until I feel like I might throw up.
Chapter 5
Seamus
