Page 46 of Tell Me Why
My breathing is heavy, and I swallow, taking a step back, then another, my bare feet sinking into the wet lawn. “Stay away from me,” I say.
Fear has me by the throat, and it’s squeezing—but not fear that he’ll hurt me. Somehow, I know he won’t. Not really. It’s the fear that I’m losing myself to Christian West. I already feel it—the crazy chemistry between us, that gravitational pull whenever I’m in his orbit.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why am I feeling like this? And for a Sacred-fucking-Son, no less.
Every step I retreat, he advances. His bloodied face is hard, determined, and that predatory gaze is locked on me. “You think you can run from me, Eve?”
I consider that for a half-second. He has long, muscular legs, but I’m lighter…maybe faster. Where would I run to? It must be two in the morning. Every building on campus is locked up tight.
“I don’t—” Shaking my head, I take another step back, then another.
“Campus is that way,” he says, flicking his chin. “Lots of places to hide. You may actually have a chance of getting away from me.” He pauses. “Well, temporarily, anyway.”
I glance in that direction. Is it a trap? Knowing him, it probably is.
“If I get away, what happens to my brother?” I ask.
He shrugs one shoulder. “What happens, happens.”
“You’ll kill him,” I supply.
“What makes you think we wouldn’t kill him anyway?”
There it is. The truth, for once. And exactly why it’s so important, I find something on the Sacred Sons that I can use as leverage. Each day that goes by, that need gets more and more urgent.
His expression is blank, patiently waiting for my response.
I lift my chin. “I’m not running.”
Frowning, he almost looks disappointed. “That’s surprising. I would have put money on you booking it out of here.”
Does hewantme to leave? Why do I feel hurt by that?
“We made a deal, right?” I answer.
“Well, then, I guess we have something we need to settle, don’t we?”
My clit twitches as he steps closer, but I don’t move this time. Shoulders back, spine straight, I endure the humiliation of his hand slipping under my skirt, pulling the crotch of my panties aside. His fingers tease my slit, stroking my pussy lips.
“Well, damn,” he drawls out, amusement infused in his tone. “You’re so wet, I’m not even sure I’d get traction.” He pushes one long finger past my folds, into my channel. “I guess I’ll just have to drive it in deeper.”
Another pulse from my dumb whore of a clit.
“Maybe it’s from the security guy tackling me,” I snap. I can’t let him think he’s won. “Heispretty hot.”
That amusement in his eyes is instantly chased away by anger. He glares down at me and pushes his finger in as far as it’ll go, cupping my pussy with the palm of his hand. “I see what you’re doing, Eve, and you’d better be careful. I’m not normally the jealous type, but with you...”
“What do you care?” I ask again, my voice catching. “You were just about to hand me over to some other guy, anyway…”
I wasn’t planning on bringing that up again, because in the end, what does it matter which one of these assholes “owns” me? I’m not sticking around long anyway. But I guess itdoesmatter on some level, because when I said that just now, my voice caught and wobbled.
I’m beyond help at this point—because why is the thought of being discarded by Christian so upsetting to me? I shouldn’t care.
That amusement in his voice is back. “Aw, were you scared, baby?” he says mockingly. He removes his finger from my slit and places it on his tongue, slowly and deliberately licking my juices off. “Don’t worry. Aidan wasn’t going to win.”
“You couldn’t have known you’d win,” I hiss.
