“Get out,” I growl, pointing at the door.
He shakes his head and takes a step closer to me. “I’m not going anywhere. I didn’t just come here to get you to put back what you stole from us. I came here for you, Ethan.”
“Are you here to kill me, like you did Katy?” I scoff, my lip curling in disgust.
Devin doesn’t answer, only takes another step closer. He better watch his step because I’m not going to put up with his bullshit. Him and his pretentious Society think they’re better than the rest of us because they have money and power. They never have to think about the consequences for their actions, because if they throw enough money at their problems, they’ll be swept under the rug. I glare at him, searching his face and eyes for the arrogance that has always shone through so clearly. I’m not prepared for the guilt and remorse I see in them. It doesn’t matter though, remorse doesn’t bring my little sister back from the dead, and guilt doesn’t make the anger fade away. He takes another step, and I shoot him a warning look, which he ignores.
“No, I’m not. I should kill you. That’s what’s expected of me, but I figured I’d see if I could fix this mess instead. I’d rather not kill you, there are other things I’d prefer to do to you instead,” he finishes with a smirk, and I hate the way my stomach flips at the smoldering look that enters his eyes.
Devin switches from murderous to ready to fuck in a matter of moments, and leaves me reeling at the sudden change as the tension between us crackles. At this moment I’ve never hated him more. I don’t know whether it’s simply hate because of what he stole from my family, or whether it’s the fact I can’t seem to hate him enough despite all of that. What I do know is that I want to make him feel the rage that’s building inside of me.
Chapter Seventeen
Devin
I don’t know what made me say it, but when Ethan’s eyes darken with anger, I notice the undercurrent of desire lurking just beneath. A part of me wants to provoke him further, just to see how far I can push him before he snaps. I want to see him lose control like he did that night a couple of weeks ago when he fucked my mouth like it belonged to him. This isn’t the time to get lost in fantasies of Ethan, but hatred and desire are walking hand in hand. One half of me wants to kill him for what he’s done--and I should! But the other half wants to fuck him into an oblivion of pleasure.
“You want to hurt me,” I assess slowly, inching towards him. “But you’re scared you’ll enjoy it, just like you enjoyed it when I had my mouth wrapped around your cock.”
Ethan loses it. He lunges forward, wrapping a hand around my throat and slamming me into one of the walls. His furious blue eyes meet mine, and I smirk at him. I shouldn’t be riling him up, but it excites me. I relish seeing him so off balance and wild, letting his feelings off their leash. It makes me fucking hard, and I want more of it.
His hand tightens, pushing my head back so I’m unable to move it. I swallow against his hand, struggling to draw in a full breath. If he were to kill me right now, I’d fucking deserve it. I told him the truth, I never meant to kill his sister, but I’ll never be able to wipe her blood off my hands, or redeem my soul for taking an innocent life.
Ethan moves closer and squeezes threateningly while whispering in my ear, “I fucking hate you.”
“Show me,” I challenge him in a strained voice.
He makes a sound that’s somewhere between frustration and a moan, and as he loosens his hand I feel him press his lips against my skin. He’s restricting my airway enough that I can barely breathe, but not enough to do anything permanent. I don’t want to fight him off, I want whatever he will give me. His mouth is hot on my neck, and a ripple of desire shoots down to my cock, which is already straining against my slacks. I’m sure he can feel it, just as much as I can feel his digging into my abdomen. I’d never ask him to forgive me for what I did to his family, but I’d take his hatred, his fury, and his desire over the vacant nothingness I’ve experienced up until this point in my life.
Everyone has always come easily to me, and I’ve hated every part of that. Sure, I’ve indulged in the attention that’s been lathered on me, but it’s never made my blood rush or filled me with the excitement that I’ve found with Ethan. For the first time in my life, I’ve been the one doing the chasing, and the hunt has been more exhilarating than I ever imagined it could be. It’s even better than the high of watching the life drain from someone’s eyes.
I let out a surprised grunt of pain that blends with a moan as Ethan sinks his teeth into the soft flesh at the base of my neck, then runs his tongue over the sore spot. “Fuuuck.”
“I’m gonna fucking hurt you,” he promises, lifting his face to look into my eyes.
“Good,” I bite out just as he closes the gap between us with a ferocious kiss, swallowing the word and my groan.
Our lips fight and our tongues tangle, each seeking to dominate and take control of the kiss. I may be surrendering to him, but I’ll never relinquish all the control. I want to make him as crazy with need as he makes me. Reaching between us, I cup his dick through his sweats, rubbing the
