Page 212 of Drown Like Heaven
“Fuck who?”
“Dakota.” He sat forward, resting his forearms on his spread thighs.
I didn’t move.
“No.”
The word was a gunshot.
His head tipped down, his gaze dropping to the space between his feet. Tension was bunched in his shoulders, his fingers twitching microscopically.
He gave a dry laugh.
“Fuck you.” His tone was humorless. “Fuckyou.”
“Because I had sex with yourstudent?” Rage roiled under the surface of my skin, churning in my blood, hot and crimson and burning. “I knew her before you did.”
“You think I couldn’t figure that out the second you saw her in my house?” His voice got louder as he stood up, advancing on me. I stood, too, putting myself eye to eye with him. “If you honestly believed there was aninstantwhere I didn’t know whatboth of you were trying to hide from me, you’re even more stupid than I thought. I felt every ounce of that panic, in both of you.”
“If you know that, then you know how she feels for me. She needs me.”
“Shefearsyou.” His expression was far too calm.
“I don’t see how any of this concerns you.”
“You cuckolding me in my own house doesn’tconcernme? I’m interested to hear your explanation on whatwouldconcern me, then. I’m interested to hear how you justified fucking her inmykitchen.”
“I don’t need to justify shit to you, Micah.”
“Because you’re the second choice.” He nodded like what I’d said fit perfectly into his explanation. His irises were cold, calculating. “Doesn’t matter what she does with you because she’ll choose me in the end.”
“Not if you erase her,” I responded, evenknowingI couldn’t argue with what he was saying. I had to try, to push on his own weaknesses, on all the reasonshe’dwrecked our relationship, too. “She’s going to learn what it feels like to have you in her head, and she’ll hate you for it. You think you can control that?”
“I’m sure she’d rather have that than you accidentallykillingher if you—”
“You know how her pussy looks after she comes?” I asked, cutting him off, hating myself for being crass. But I didn’t know what the fuck to say to him right now. He was trying to provoke me and it was working. “All swollen and needy? She gets so fucking wet but it’s still such a tight fit on my—” My voice cut out when Micah stole it, silencing me with his aspect. It was maddening to interact with him now that he’d given up on his human-style life.
“And she gets that much wetter when she’s scared, right? Always goddamnstranglingmy cock when I fuck her like that,”Micah said smoothly, shocking me. “You think you know her better than I do, but you’re wrong.”
Though it shouldn’t have surprised me, it still did. I didn’t like thinking about him knowing Dakota in the same ways I did. Did he know how she felt about a gun in my hand? Had he ever felt her reallyfighthim? I hoped to God he hadn’t.
“Why?” I questioned, grateful my voice was back. “Why make her do that to me?”
“Because I wanted to watch you sweat. Show you what’s mine.”
“Or you wanted to watch me come.”
“Didn’t take you very long, did it? You always used to come so fast. Faster than me.”
I gritted my teeth, looking away, feeling heat climb my throat. “And still, you’re the one licking my cum out of her mouth.”
“You want to be next?”
“Fuck off. You know I don’t.” I rolled my neck, irritated, huffing out a breath. Every inch of my skin burned with something dangerous, something electric. Yeah, he could fuck me up tonight if he wanted to. I was just volatile enough. Akrasia in my blood, rage in my mind.
“You’re so quick to anger,” he taunted.
I wished I hadn’t come here. I wished I hadn’t done a lot of things.
