Then, I inwardly groan, because once again, I’ve fucked her without protection. If she’s not pregnant, I’ll be fucking shocked at this point. She doesn’t look up at me once her shorts are secure. Instead, her head is tipped down and she stares at her shoes.
“Leighton,” I rasp.
Slowly, she lifts her head, her eyes finding mine as she clears her throat. “She called you Wilder,” she whispers.
Lifting my hand, I reach forward and tuck her hair behind her ear as I search her eyes. I’m not sure what she’s getting at. But I’ll play this out with her.
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
“I didn’t know that. I’ve been sleeping in your bed and I didn’t know your name,” she whispers.
I don’t know why it bothers her. I don’t ask her either. Instead, I pinch her chin slightly and force her to look at me, into my eyes. “You get something nobody else ever has, and you’ll continue to get it as long as I get the same from you.”
“What’s that?” she asks when I don’t immediately tell her.
My lips turn up into a grin. “You get me, babe, and I get you.”
“What happens when you give yourself to others the way you did a few minutes ago? I’m not going to pretend that you would have ever pushed her away had I not been standing there.”
I hum, leaning forward and touching my forehead to hers. “Probably not. But if you think that girl, that nameless, faceless girl got any part of me, you’re mistaken.”
“Your dick isn’t part of you?” she asks.
Grinning, I lift my head, but not very far. I shift and touch my mouth to hers. “It is, but it’s not any kind of secret. It’s been around.”
“Other parts of you haven’t?” she asks, breathing against my mouth.
“Nobody knows much about the man I am, other than my brothers and even then, they only know what I show them.”
“But I’m going to be special somehow?” she asks on an exhale.
“You already are.”
“Sounds like bullshit,” she snaps, pressing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me away.
I take a step back, not because she’s strong enough to push me away, but because I can tell she’s getting pretty fucking worked up. Her eyes narrow on me and she shakes her head a couple of times.
“You’re full of shit. So, if I fuck someone else, that’s fine, right?” she asks, arching a brow. “You’re going to be gone a month and probably sticking your overused dick in every girl you come across anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I fall on a couple myself?”
Rage.
The sensation fills me immediately. She starts to walk away from me, but I don’t let her. Stepping in front of her, I reach out, wrapping my hand around the front of her throat, my control fucking gone. Pushing her backward, I ignore the way she scratches at my wrist, her eyes widening as she gasps.
Leaning forward, my nose touches hers, but I have no desire to kiss her right now. I’m too fucking pissed off.
“Anyone else touches you, I’ll kill him, then come after you. I won’t kill you because that cunt is too damn good. Maybe you’ll wish you were dead though,” I growl.
She laughs. It’s a maniacal kind of crazy-assed laugh and I almost jerk back, but I don’t. I hold firm, loosening my grip on her throat a little more, knowing that I’m probably being a little too rough, my body still full of fire and rage, too angry to know my own strength in the moment.
“Do you think that it would be the first time I have wished I could die?” she asks.
I shake my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “Babe. I don’t know how your daddy did shit, but I can promise you, this will be a different kind of hell, you play that game with me, you will get burned.”
She licks her lips, her blue eyes narrowing before she searches my own. “This means you own me, then?” she asks.
“Fucking right, I do.”
“Then I want to own you too.”
Shaking my head slowly, I smirk. “That’s not how this works, babe.”
Leighton tugs on my arm and I allow my grip to leave her neck and let my hand dangle at my side. She rolls up to the balls of her feet, her gaze still fucking searching mine, looking for something, but I doubt she’ll find whatever it is. Not in my eyes, at least.
“Yeah, Wilder. That’s how it works.”
“You think you get to