Page 107 of Bitter Lies

Sighing, I look away, because of everything happening around me, petty jealousy is the least of my worries, but I turn back to her when she says, “You’re not special, you know.”

“Is that—” I start to say but glance at her chest again where she’s playing with her jewelry only to spy the very same necklace I’ve been looking for around her damn neck.

Did he give that to her? Surely not. But how else would she have it?

“What are you looking at? Oh, this? Griff gave it to me. Isn’t it great?” she says with a vicious smirk.

Speechless, I stare at the yellow stone as my world crashes around me. Is this another game, then?

Brushing past her, I spy Griffin walking my way with a smirk, and when he’s within punching distance, I ball up my fist and aim for his nads.

Gasping, he drops like a stone. “Fuck, Halsey.”

“Yeah, fuck. You’re a fucking piece of shit!”

“Whatever, fuck,” he says with a wicked grimace, standing as the chick approaches.

“Baby, are you okay?” she asks, giving me a dirty look.

Glancing between them with teary eyes, I suck in a shuddering breath and pray neither can see them. “I hope you can’t have fucking children.”

“Halsey!” Griffin says, as I stalk away but I ignore him, making a beeline for my brother as I approach the house and wipe my face angrily. “The fucking thing is around the bitch’s neck.”

“Sh,” he says, glancing around wildly, but I don’t fucking care as I stalk away, taking the stairs two at a time and running to my room.

Once inside, I grab my bag from on top of the tiny-ass dresser and shove my clothes inside because if I don’t leave, I’m not sure what I will do, but judging by the clawing feeling in my sternum, it won’t be pretty.

Swearing under my breath, I pause when Griffin finds me a few minutes later, and eyeing him grimly, I regret that I didn’t do more damage when he stalks in without so much as a limp and pulls me around to get in my face.

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“You’re my problem.” I seethe, pushing him away, but he doesn’t so much as budge, and I slap out at him, hitting his chest with my rage.

Grabbing my arms, he pushes me back and says fiercely, “What the fuck. Stop.”

Pulling and wrenching on his arms, I glare at his chest. “I hate you!”

“Halsey, fucking stop,” he says again, pushing me down on the bed with glittering eyes.

Staring up at him slack-jawed, I heave a breath that ends on a whimper when his gaze falls to my chest, and his eyes widen, staring at my heaving boobs. Dropping my eyes to his dick, I stare at his erection, bobbing before me in his shorts as he slowly drops them to the floor and palms himself.

He’s so beautiful my chest aches at the sight, and breathlessly, I watch a bead of cum dribble at the tip as I arch into the air.

Fuck it. I can’t resist because he’s my fucking kryptonite, and I don’t want to knowing this could be my last fuck with him anyway.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I palm my breasts, a thrill rushing through me when his nostrils flare, and he grabs my thighs, pulling me toward him with a heated glare. Quickly, he divests me of my pants before tracing his fingers softly over my lips. Whimpering, I thrust into him as he plays with me, dipping his fingers inside before pulling them out and licking them with a cool smirk.

Narrowing my eyes, I sit up and grab his dick, clenching my hand around him harshly before I pull him against me and rub my wet core against the head.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing my hands aside and surging into me without warning.

His mouth stretches in a snarl as he pulls out and pounds into me over and over, his fingers gripping my legs tightly. Crying out, I thrust against him, tingles surging through me wildly as easily, too easily, he brings me to orgasm, and I fall over the edge. But he keeps going, his hips smacking my ass as I keen low in my throat and chase another.

He fucks me so brutally I inch back on the bed, and he has to pull my legs into the crooks of his arms to keep me close. Groaning, he pounds harder before surging into me and spewing, and because the pressure is so intense, I cry out, pulsing around him, as I stare at his pained expression and the desperation behind his eyes.

The sight makes my chest clench, and I turn my head away until he pulls my chin back, his eyes now clear as he searches my expression with a clenched jaw before letting me go.

When he pulls away grimly to do up his shorts, I grab the nearest item and pull my nightshirt over my head before stepping into my damn shorts and putting them back on. And with my back to him, I close my eyes against the urge to cry as I zip my bag shut.

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