Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,71

for me from the very start, but I’d still wanted her, tried to keep her. Something sweet and clean and beautiful.

Something perfect just for me.

I’d never met anyone like her. Lila saw everything, she saw me. That had fascinated me, scared the shit out of me, and in the end, had been what fucked me over.

She saw me, right into my blackened soul—and now she didn’t want anything to do with me.

I moved then, unable to stop myself, and she backed away from me, driving a stake through my chest. I didn’t stop, though. This was my last chance to touch her. Maybe that made me an asshole, yeah, it definitely made me an asshole. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.

Her back hit the wall and I crowded in, pressing my body against hers, shuddering at the feel of her warmth, her sweet curves, and dipped my head to her neck, breathing her in. If I kissed her properly, I wouldn’t be able to let her walk away, but I couldn’t stop myself from trailing my lips up her throat to her ear.

She tried to hold herself rigid, but her body trembled, her breath quickening. She may not want a future with me, but she still wanted to fuck me. I could take advantage of that, I could fuck her right here against this wall and have her screaming my name in minutes. It might give me some sick satisfaction, but it wouldn’t change anything. She’d still leave.

She’d still leave me.

I breathed her in deep, branding her on my senses. “I get it, Bambi, why you don’t want me anymore. I do.” Didn’t stop it from hurting, though. In a way I’d never recover from.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes, and what I saw cut me to the quick. Nothing, I saw nothing. Hollow emptiness. I’d obviously seen what I wanted to see, imagined it all. Because this girl looking up at me, she felt nothing. And right then, I wanted to hurt her like she was hurting me.

I trailed my fingers down her cheek. “You got me, didn’t you, Lila? I didn’t see this coming.” I cupped her neck, absorbing the feel of her smooth skin under my rough fingers one last time. “I’m used to women wanting me for the way I look, for a rough ride before they find Mr. Right. I sure as hell didn’t mind. Then you came along with those big brown eyes and innocent touches. Made me want more. But you’re not special, or different, are you, Bambi? You were just too much of a coward to be upfront about what you really wanted. I never stood a chance.”

She flinched and tried to pull away.

I tightened my hold on her. Even now I wanted her to say she didn’t mean any of it, that she loved me, wanted me. But she’d never said that. She’d never said she loved me.

Her lips were puffy from her biting them, and I tried, but I couldn’t stop myself from slamming my mouth down on hers and kissing her hard, gripping her chin and opening her mouth so I could taste her properly.

She tried to resist and then she melted, kissing me back just as hard, with just as much fury. She fisted my shirt, pushing at me, then tugged me back, clawing at me to get me closer. I growled and shoved up her skirt, then tore open the front of my jeans—

The knock at the door had the same effect as a gunshot.

Lila shoved me back, breathing hard, her eyes wide, gaze moving over me like she couldn’t believe what she’d been about to let me do. She wanted it. There was no hiding it. She was as turned on as me.

I stood there with my dick out and smirked back at her like an asshole as she pushed her skirt down. Better that than dropping to my knees and begging her to stay.

“You in there, Lila?”

Trixie.

Lila had organized her ride home, probably last night. While I’d lay beside her wanting her, she’d been planning how to dump my ass.

“I’m coming.” She glanced back at me and swallowed, her gaze dropping to my cock swinging in the breeze, then back up. “Jesse…”

“Don’t worry, Bambi.” I fisted my dick, even though it was rapidly softening. “I’ll have no trouble finding someone to come and take care of this for me.” I took my swipe, like a goddamn wounded animal trying to protect itself