Chapter 27

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

HARPER

The bedroom door clicking shut startles me from my sleep. Glancing at the nightstand, I momentarily struggle to read the time on the alarm clock.

2:42 a.m.

I must’ve been fucking dreaming.

Rolling over and finding a comfortable spot in my pillow, my entire body grows rigid when the mattress shifts beneath me. I open my mouth to scream for help, but I can’t. I’m so fucking terrified that not a sound comes from me.

“It’s just me, little rose,” Eddie slurs as his liquor-scented breath wafts over my face.

“It’s almost three in the morning, Eddie.” I shove him away from me.

“You wanted to see me tonight.”

“No.” I reach for the night table and flip on the blinding bedside lamp. Rolling back at him, I unleash all the feelings that caused me to cry myself to sleep only a few hours ago. My heart pounds with anger, tears well in my eyes again, and I shout, “I wanted to see you before you went to a party and fucked someone else. The absolute last thing I want is for you to climb in my bed after fucking someone else.”

“Little ros—” His words are cut short when, unable to control myself, my hand slaps across his face.

His eyes darken, and before I have a chance to react, he’s on top of me and has me pinned to the bed. My arms are shoved beside my head, and he pushes his weight onto them as he repositions himself so that he is straddling my waist.

“It will serve you well to not do that again,” he grits through his tightly clenched jaw. “Understood?”

I don’t answer him. I can’t. Because the moment he lets go of me, I fully intend to slap him again.

He fucking deserves it.

Eddie firmly grips my face with his free hand and leans over me. Staring down at me, his breaths are deep and slow. “I didn’t come here to say sorry.”

“I sure as fuck hope you didn’t come here to fuck me,” I snidely quip, not liking the look in his eyes when he doesn’t respond.

He throws back the blankets covering my legs and forces his hand between my thighs. His hand rubs over my panty-covered pussy as he announces, “I had to come here tonight.”

“Get off.” I struggle futilely against his massive weight that’s pinning me in place.

“I had to come because you need to know.”

“Know what?” I spit, still trying to wriggle my way from his hold.

He continues to rub over my pussy, his fingers dusting along the edge of the fabric as he slowly makes his way into my panties. Slipping a finger inside, he asserts, “This is my cunt.”

Fuck him.

Fuck him and his ability to know exactly how to touch me.

“It’s mine, little rose,” he repeats as he continues to curl his fingers inside of me. Slowly making me forget why I currently hate him.

He continues to work me; my heart racing, no longer from anger, but from the ache building at my core needing to be relieved.

“Edd…ie,” I pant, both trying to get him to stop and pleading for more.

“All mine. This cunt belongs to me.” His voice is deep and commanding as he releases the tight grip on my wrists. Grabbing my hand, he roughly pulls it toward him and presses my palm to the crotch of his pants. He wraps his hand over mine and slides me over his length. “This belongs to you.”

“What?” I blurt when his words catch me off-guard.

“I didn’t fuck her, Harper.” He continues to expertly slide his fingers in and out of me. “She fucking appalled me. You fucking ruined her for me.”

“ I ruined her?” I exclaim as my hips involuntarily rock to meet Eddie’s touch.

“Yes,” He slides his hand under my chin, gripping it firmly and holding my face toward his. His gaze is unwavering as he stares down at me. As he rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit, and I know the ache at my core is a ticking time bomb seconds from explosion. “Because she wasn’t you.”

His words throw me over the edge, and everything spills over. The orgasm tears through my body, pulling all my emotions with it. My back arches from the bed, and I scream through it all as tears fall from my eyes.

“I’m still mad at you.” My words are breathy and heated.

“Be mad.” A smug smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he stands from the bed and quickly sheds his clothes.

“You can be as mad as you fucking want.” He climbs back into bed and pulls me on top of him. Holding me firmly in place with one of his strong arms, he slides himself inside me. Brutally hard, he grips my ass with both hands, working me over his length. “But you can be fucking mad. Fucking furious even. As you ride my fucking cock.”