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N. Isabelle Blanco 

Calum Alexander lived his life one way. With purpose and moderation. Everything was set in place and everything happened according to a plan. That is, until his picture perfect engagement falls apart and his crazy brother Lucas gets him to agree to a night out. Calum is left to fend for himself when Lucas decides to bail and ‘fend for himself’ he will need to. A vivacious and obviously young Livana Payne catches his attention and before he knows what’s going on, they end up talking. By the end of the night, Calum is on fire for the impish girl who’s managed to ignite an inferno within him.

Yes, she’s twelve years younger and the complete opposite of what he’d imagined in his life, but he hungers for her in a way that’s frightening. Drunk and surprisingly out of control, he’s dead set on his need to have her. But the moment he accidentally lets it be known that he’s recently single, Livana is having none of it. There is no way she’s getting involved with a man who just broke up with his fiance. No, they were going to have to wait. Calum’s need for her somehow kept growing. As the days went by and he got to know her more, Livana seemed to be stealing all of his sanity. As much as she wants to wait it quickly becomes obvious to Calum that he’s losing his grip to the monster she’d awakened within him. He’s about to lose control and when he does, he knows there’s going to be nothing gentle about what he’ll end up doing to her.

***

 “She was a cold, stuck up bitch anyway.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair and staring up at the ceiling. As always, my brother Luke had such a brilliant way with words. “That cold, stuck up bitch, as you call her, was my fiance,” I reminded him wearily.

“Was. You said it. And if she was stupid enough to let you go, my brother, then I can be as honest about her as I want,” Luke unapologetically said.

Against my will, I felt my lips twitch with a smile. Crass and a bit annoying, my younger brother could always be counted on to speak whatever was on his mind. Frustrating, traumatizing, or not.

“Did she even give you a real reason why?” Luke asked. I could hear the sounds of traffic and people in the background.

“No. Just that she couldn’t go through with it,” I replied, my eyes moving unseeingly around my office. Again, I had to wonder: why? Why had Diane broken off our engagement? What could’ve driven her to do it?

But, most importantly, why wasn’t I more upset about this whole situation? Or, more honestly, at all? I could feel a slight twinge of disappointment and the curiosity as to her reasons behind it. What I couldn’t feel was any pain. Not even a pinch. Nothing. I’d been with the woman for two years. I’d cared for her…

Hadn’t I?

What the hell was wrong with me?

“You know what you need,” Luke said, pulling me out of my head. “You need to come out with me tonight.”

“Lucas, no,” I said, already shaking my head.

“Come on,” the man nearly whined. “I’ll ask Dorian to come along. We can go to that spot I love downtown. The one that isn’t full of stuck-up asses.”

I sighed, surprised to find myself actually considering it. Then again, I really shouldn’t go. My engagement had just ended yesterday. For God’s sake, I knew what Luke was going to try if I did go with him.

“I won’t try to hook you up with anyone, I promise,” he said out of nowhere.

Fucking mind reader.

“Dude, you can’t just stay home and dwell on this shit. Besides, it’s been awhile since the three of us hung out. I’m sure Dorian’s in need of some relaxation time, as well.”

“When isn’t the man relaxed?” I asked, because seriously, I’d known Dorian for years and he was always the most calm and easy going of us all. Well, not as ‘easy going’ as my brother, but still…

“I don’t know man. He’s been off lately. Over the last two months the man’s been getting more and more grouchy and I swear, I think it might have to do with lack of sex. He definitely needs to go out and get some-”

“Alright. That’s enough of that,” I said. Honestly, I was not in the mood to discuss anyone’s sex life and if I let Luke keep on that track, it was only a matter of time before his own sex life came into the conversation.

No. Thank. You.

“Just say you’ll come along. I’m already texting the fucker.”

I sighed, my gut tightening. It was a bad idea. I knew this. I could somehow feel it. And still, somehow, I heard myself answering, “Fine.”

“Fuck yeah!” Luke exclaimed excitedly. “It’s been forever since we went out .”

“Just remember your damned promise. No ‘hooking’ me up. And definitely no damned strippers.”

“Suck all the fun out of the situation, why don’t you?” Luke grumbled, sounding the very definition of petulant.

“Luke…”

“Alright. Alright. A night of mostly innocent fun. Only for you, my brother. Only for you.”

I rolled my eyes. If it wasn’t for our shared physical looks, I’d wonder if one of us had been adopted. No, scratch that. I’d claimed more than once that Luke had been found.

In a bathroom stall.

At midnight.

“Just do me one favor.”

“What?” I asked, my dread building.

“Jeans, man. Jeans. It won’t kill you to wear a pair now and then.”

I scowled at my phone. “I do wear jeans,” I said.

“Correction: you used to wear jeans. The last time I saw you wear a pair was over two years ago, before you started dating someone who is even more stuck-up than you are.”

I was two seconds from snapping at him and telling him to forget the whole thing when he told me he’d see me tonight and hung up. Jaw twitching, I saw there, digging into my memories and trying to find one that proved Luke’s comment false. He’d implied that I’d become even more ‘stuck-up’ after meeting Diana. It wasn’t true. I knew it couldn’t be true. I was the way I was, no one would change or influence that.

Right?

What Luke said, it wasn’t true.

Was it?

Damn my fucking brother.

I stared at myself in the mirror, hazel eyes furious because I’d realized one really fucked-up fact. I was in jeans and damn me, I was uncomfortable in them. Luke had been right. The dark pair of jeans I was wearing had been purchased over two years ago and they’d been hiding in the back of my closet, tags still attached.

How the hell had this happened? It wasn’t just the jeans, it was the principle. Yes, now I remembered Diane’s disdain for what she called ‘non-professional attire’ and I remembered her voicing it early in our relationship. What I couldn’t remember was at what point I’d decided to actually listen to her opinion.

And now that I was being honest with myself, I was coming to see a few other areas of my life where I’d let my ex-fiance’s opinion influence me without even realizing it.

I, a man who loved to have my life under control, had let someone else have some of that control and for what? So she could just break off our engagement without even giving me a reason why?

Oh yeah. The black-haired, hazel eyed man in the mirror was starting to look a tad bit monstrous.

Feeling like my scowl was becoming permanently etched onto my face, I all but ripped my dress shirt off. In the wall length mirror that lined one side of my closet, muscles rippled, reflecting how tensed I was as I stormed back towards where my shirts were hanging. I flung my dress shirt on the floor and ripped through, looking for a t-shirt. Once I slipped on a black one, I felt myself calm down somewhat.

The realization that I’d let a woman that hadn’t even loved me gain that much control over my life pissed me off. Even worse, I’d never loved her. I’d always known that what people call passionate love wasn’t ever present in our relationship, but we’d been a good match.

Compatible.

At least I’d been convinced we were. I was thirty-three and it was time for me to settle down. I’d picked her and in the process made a host of idiotic mistakes. It was time I gained back control of my life. Even if it meant…

Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. Maybe Diane leaving me has fucked up my head more than I’m allowing myself to admit.

Then again, maybe Luke is right. Maybe being with Diane is what fucked your head and now it’s time you go out there, move on with your life, and loosen up a bit.

I was never going to be as wild as my brother but that made sense. Filled with my new purpose, I picked out a pair of black casual shoes. All I had when it came to sneakers was gyms shoes but I resolved to rectify that as soon as possible.

I put on my shoes, sprayed some cologne, and for once, I didn’t completely flatten back my hair. I just let it fall back on its own, one strand even falling forward against my will. Yes, I was definitely a little uncomfortable. But that was the point, wasn’t it? Step a little out of my comfort zone. Or, rather, what had become my comfort zone over the last two years.

Well, as I left my penthouse apartment, I had no idea just how out of my comfort zone I was about to step.

Or how epically it would come to ruin me.

The bar was still mostly empty when I got there. Most happy-hour patrons were long gone. It would be at least another hour before the late evening crowd got in. Still, this is the time Luke had told me to meet him.

No, actually, he was fifteen minutes late and as I washed my hands in the bathroom I found myself fighting back my frustration. I’d just dried my hands and was about to call Luke when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and felt my brow slam low when I saw what the text said.

‘Both of us got dragged into meetings. Won’t be able to make it’ -L.

I was about to call him and rail when another text came through.

‘Can’t talk right now, I’ll call you when I’m out of the boardroom and then you can curse me out all you want. Sorry again.’ -L.

I sighed, feeling a headache coming on. Dorian text me next, also apologizing. Whatever. There went my ‘carefully’ laid out plans of letting loose for the night. I’d just opened the door to exit the bathroom when a woman’s voice reached my ears.

A voice that could only be described as attractive.

“What do you mean you’re not coming? Damn it woman, I’m already here! You know, these are the moments I’m convinced that Ang values our friendship more than you do…well, can’t you tell your slave-driving boss you already made plans? No, I don’t give a fuck that he got called into a last minute meeting!”

I swallowed heavily, something about that voice and the way it wrapped around the word ‘fuck’ surprisingly affecting me. Confused, I turned the corner, intent on moving towards the stairs leading back up to the bar.

Intent, common sense, and all general intelligence flew right out of the back of my head when I caught sight of the owner of that voice. A tiny blond thing was pacing back and forth in front of the stairs, her agitated steps so fast that she was almost a blur.

She was wearing a tight black skirt that reached mid-thigh. Her skin was entrancing, I immediately realized that fact. Especially the amount of leg that was left bare to my view. All the way down to her flat little boots that ended at her ankles. She was pairing it off with a white button down shirt that had sleeves up to her elbows.

But the part of her outfit that was completely different was the black fedora hat on her head. It was obviously a man’s hat but on her it looked…cute.

She was sexy and too fucking cute.

The woman turned, not catching sight of me as she continued pacing. The side of her face hit me like a slap to my own. Big lashes, small upturned nose, and a matching chin. All beyond attractive.

Yes.

But it was her lips…dear God, those lips. I’ve never seen lips like that in my life. My lips parted in surprise, air rushing out. It took me a few seconds to realize that the pounding I was hearing in my ears was my heart. It roared in my chest, pummeling blood through my veins.

Blood that was…

Oh, fuck no.

Are you fucking serious right now? An erection? Really?

Yes.

Not that I was stranger to them, but this one hit me hard and out of nowhere. I actually took a step back, panting with shock and hunger.

“You made me get all ready and now you’re leaving me hanging,” the beauty before me continued, still oblivious to my existence.

An existence that now felt like it was being somehow consumed by her.

“Yeah, well, you told me, ‘Liv, get sexy as fuck, we’re going out.’ So what did Liv do? Liv did her hair…yes, I straightened out my wavy as fuck locks for your ass! I even got waxed! Of course I got everything waxed…I know my pussy’s not for you! No, I wasn’t hoping to hook up with someone tonight, you insufferable shrew! Point is, you told me to be here and be sexy while doing it and now you’re leaving me hanging!” The tiny woman -who I could only deduce was named Liv- stomped her foot in her frustration.

I should’ve cleared my throat, asked her to move, and gotten the hell out of there. But there was no way I could do any of those things. I was frozen and somehow on the verge of breaking out into a sweat.

At no point of my life could I claim that I’d ever had an overly active imagination.

Until then. The moment the words ‘waxed’ and ‘pussy’ registered in my mind, my knees nearly became useless. I silently yelled at my mind. A warning dismissed. My mouth had gone desert-dry, images running through my head that had no business being there.

I ran the back of my hand across my mouth, realizing that it was shaking.

Badly.

What the hell was happening to me?

This was…it was…visceral was the only damned word that came to mind.

It was also wrong! My dick was rock hard for a sexy little stranger that I’d never seen before in my life. This could be considered normal but I’d been engaged to another woman up to yesterday, and on top of that, I hadn’t reacted to a woman like this since I was a teenager.

No. Not even then.

Fuck!

“Ugh, you know what? Fuck you and your damned boss, Dem. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. No, I don’t forgive you,” Liv said but there was a playful tone behind her words. A smile was playing at the corner of her lips.

Someway, somehow, I found myself jealous of that smile.

You’re definitely going insane. A smile? Really? You want to be a smile?

Those luscious lips twitched again and I found myself mutely nodding.

So full. God, just look at the bottom one…

She’d stopped her pacing and now stood with her side facing me. Against my will, my eyes traveled from head to toe, drinking in every detail.

My mouth felt bone dry but somehow, it felt like drool was about to leak out of the corner of my lips. I heard the woman say goodbye and saw her hang up the phone. That was my moment. My moment to move.

Did I take it? Fuck no. I was paralyzed.

Completely so.

A part of me hoped that she’d just turn around and walk up the stairs. That she’d ignore me and leave me to deal with the thing that was suddenly eating at me. No such luck. All it took for her to notice me was her hanging up her phone.

The moment this beautiful creature named Liv turned to look at me, I knew I was fucked.

I knew it.

She had to tilt her head all the way back to look at me. Huge, dark blue eyes blinked in confusion. I could see shock there. Then, a look I’d seen before in women’s eyes crossed her own.

Considering what she was doing to me, it should’ve come as no surprise that seeing that look on her face nearly sent me into a rage. Not the type that had to do with anger, although that simmered beneath everything. But seeing those huge eyes falling to my feet and slowly, very slowly, crawling their way back up, getting hotter and hotter all the while…

This time, I did clear my throat. Not because I wanted to interrupt her. Hell no, her gaze felt like a touch beneath my clothes and most of my idiotic body was loving it. The clearing of my throat came about simply because I couldn’t really breathe anymore.

Not really.

My throat was closing in on me, intent on ending my life.

The woman heard me and her eyes snapped up to meet my own. Nothing could’ve surprised me more than when she narrowed them, one eyebrow raising as she threw me an annoyed look.

“Oh what? You can stand there and eavesdrop on my convo, which I totally know you did, and I can’t take something in return?” she huffed,  crossing her arms.

I blinked, completely confused. Then, because my eyes truly were against me, they decided to give her one more very thorough once-over.

God. As Luke would say, she’s fucking hot.

That dark blond eyebrow remained raised. Then, God help me, she pursed her lips, tilting her head and studying me. “How much of that did you actually hear?” she asked, her small hand raising to adjust the hat on her head.

I swallowed, trying to find my voice. “A…quite a bit,” I finally said, not wanting to lie to her.

A sheepish look came over her face for about a second.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just leaving the bathroom and…yeah,” I finished lamely, feeling completely out of my element as I motioned uselessly behind me.

She looked away, her cheeks actually turning slightly pink.

Fuck my life and everything in it.

“Well, I’m sorry you had to hear that. I was just…annoyed,” she explained, not meeting my eyes.

Something about seeing such an outspoken girl semi-shy got to me. I found myself biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling.

“It’s ok. From what I gathered, you got stood up,” I said.

Anger flared in her eyes for about a second. “Yeah. So annoying, too. I went out of my way to be here. Kinda needed to have some fun, too,” she grumbled and pouted.

She fucking pouted.

I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come and all because of just looking at those lips.

Perhaps it was time to get away.

No, it’d been time to get away awhile ago. Now that I was talking to her, a part of me was actually hesitant to go. “I know the feeling. I got stood up, as well,” I said conversationally.

Her eyes moved back towards me and between their color and those eyelashes, I was almost what you would call enchanted. Like a fucking moth.

“Who stood you up? Friends?” she asked lightly.

“My friend and my annoying brother. Good for nothing that he is.”

Liv giggled out of nowhere.

I kinda wanted to fling myself off a building.

Or onto her.

Holy fuck.

“Well, that sucks. Both of us here and stood up.” She paused after that, a pensive look coming over her face. Then, those big eyes brightened and nearly killed me. She looked back up at me, neck tilted back, and offered me the one thing I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Wanna hang out upstairs and have a few drinks? At least we both get to say the night won’t be a complete waste, then.”

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Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.

After a torridly BBB but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. And a young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both now because he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.

***

“Dorian, I swear to fucking God, what is wrong with you?”

In all the time she’d been working for me, I’d never heard her curse. Doing so now made everything that much worse. My dick popped to full length so hard the fucker almost knocked me off my feet and brought me to my knees.

He nearly ripped through my pants, too.

I’m fucking serious.

“Demi, unless you want to cause a scene, I suggest you not fight and follow me.”

Not that I had any real idea where I was taking her, only that it had to be anywhere away from Keith.

“You’re already causing a scene, you idiot,” Demi hissed quietly as we passed a group of people on the large patio outside. “You don’t think everyone is seeing my boss dragging me away from the party right now?”

She continued to grumble under her breath as we went down the stairs. My eyes were locked on the entrance to the massive labyrinth that was before us.

Fucking perfect.

Needing to get us somewhere private, I kept on going, her arm in my grasp the whole way. Demi semi-let me lead her. That is, until we were inside the entrance of the labyrinth, the tall green ‘walls’ on either side of us.

“Let go,” she snapped, pulling her arm roughly out of my grip now that we were away from prying eyes.

I let her, but as out of my senses as I was, I made damned sure that I was standing between her and the way out.

“Last time I’m going to ask, what is your problem?” she huffed, looking utterly lickable in her fury.

And dress.

The slit up to her thigh made me want to grab, bite, lick and fucking suck.

And the heels. The fucking heels.

“Are those red heels?” I asked, hearing how out of breath I clearly was.

Demi looked at her feet, an adorably confused look crossing her face. “Uh…yeah.”

We were both panting harshly as we stared at each other.

“You look beautiful,” I blurted out, my voice low and raspy.

“I…I…thank you?” Demi stuttered, looking completely confused and out of it.

Something was beyond wrong with me. I know, I’ve said this, but it’s worth mentioning again. It made no sense to me how this girl could have me so out of control.

Two steps, I’m in front of her.

No thoughts.

No premeditation.

Just uncontrolled movement.

Four words out of my mouth followed after and next thing I know, I’m cupping her face. “Demi, you’re so beautiful.”

One gasp from her.

Seven million warnings going through my head.

One undeniable truth above it all and I lost it again, pressing her back into the maze wall behind her. Demi’s hands shot up, wrapping around my wrists. I tell myself it’s wrong, that my behavior is straight-up sexual assault, that this girl could very well have me arrested for what I’m doing.

Yeah. My body doesn’t listen to any of that.

Her lips are soft against mine, her breath wet and tantalizing. So much more delicious than I remembered. I groaned deep in my chest, lust pounding through me painfully. Self-preservation doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing outside of her skin against mine does.

I felt how she tensed, the momentary urge she had to fight me. I don’t let her. Flicking her bottom lip with my tongue has become my new addiction. A flash goes through my head, an image of her lip being replaced by her nipple. Now I’m tonguing, sucking, bringing her closer. I’m so hard there’s no fucking way I can think passed it.

Demi let’s out a  sound that makes my skin burn hotter. I purposely keep my eyes semi-open, watching her eyelids fluttering as I tilt my head. In one move, I thrust my tongue in between her lips, moaning while my brain imagines that it’s my cock.

Said cock throbbed dangerously. I could hear it’s warnings. I was too damn close. Too much on edge.

Demi let’s go of my wrists, her hands latching onto my suit jacket’s lapels. Our tongues connect. Slide. The pleasure has my eyes rolling back, lids sliding closed.

I let go of her face, wrapping my hands around her waist. Bring her closer still. She pulls on me, closing whatever miniscule distance had been left between us.

My mind takes off, fighting past the pleasure enough to rush passed ideas, possibilities of where I can take her and how fast we can get there. I need her wet little mouth and willing body all to myself.

“Dorian,” Demi gasps, pulling her lips away from mine.

I almost fucking whimpered, my mouth too addicted and needing more of her skin in it. I latched onto her jaw, sucking lightly and nearly dying from how she mewled into my ear.

“Dorian…wha…oh…oh, God. What are you…”

She’s actually sort of fighting me at this point, her body obviously torn between giving in or pulling back. I raised my head just enough to press my mouth against hers again. Small moans leaked out of her, mixing with my own. Her tongue was nothing short of sensual as it slid against mine, reconnecting. Shackling me. Her breath escaped her in tiny gasps and slid into me, adding to the erotic haze that had me prisoner.

I tightened my hold on her waist, needing to feel her against every inch of me and damning the fact that there was fucking fabric in the way. Demi whimpered my name again as I pulled lightly on her bottom lip. “Ungh,” she groaned, letting me tilt her head back so I could suck lightly on the tip of her tongue.

“Fuck, Demi. You taste unbelievable,” I panted against her lips, hands tightening and threatening the material of her dress.

“Dorian, wait,” Demi breathed, her voice all breathless and just downright sexy.

I actually had to fight back the urge to pout as she pushed lightly on my chest, two things that pissed me off and made me scowl as I took in my own behavior. I was completely out of it. This went beyond simple ‘out of control’.

I forced myself to take at least one step away from her. Grit my teeth and somehow found the will to let her go. Yelled at myself as I watched her pant while adjusting her dress.

The glasses were adjusted next and fuck me, but my dick throbbed like that one more time and it was going to fall off.

I could feel it.

Fucking shit.

“Dorian-”

“I’m sorry, Demi,” I said, voice hoarse and throat tight as my cock and lower abs continued to rage against me. “You look unbelievable…I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

Demi looked sheepish at my compliment but when I saw her fighting back a smile, I nearly lost it all over again. Visions of her invaded, pressed up against the maze wall, the top of her dress pulled down, her nipple in my mouth…

“Dorian? Dorian!”

“What?” I asked, having to actually shake my head.

Which did nothing to clear it.

“Where’s your date?” Demi asked slowly, eyebrow raised and arms crossed.

I blinked, confused. Until I remembered who she was talking about. As one of my ‘assistants’, Demi had my entire calendar at her disposal and was supposed to pretty much have it memorized. This not only included my schedule but whomever would be a part of said schedule.

Of course, she knew who I was supposed to be here with.

Great.

“Dorian,” Demi continued when I obviously took too long to answer. “Are you seriously thinking of keeping me out here and…and…touching me while she’s waiting for you inside?”

My jaw fell open at that. I mean, ok, it was a logical conclusion to come to but fucking hell, it wasn’t quite true. Monica had stormed away from me upon arriving and was probably with the next cock deep inside her by now.

You know, making good on her promise and all that shit.

Problem is, even if she hadn’t stormed away from me the moment I saw Demi…

Fuck.

“I can’t believe this,” Demi grumbled, obviously taking my silence the wrong way. “Move. Just because you’re willing to abandon your date, that doesn’t mean I’m willing to do the same with mine.”

Oh, yeah. Like that would be the thing to get me to move.

“Dorian, move!”

“What is he to you?” I asked slowly, still blocking the way out.

Demi looked beyond furious.

Confused.

Biteable.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she said just as slowly.

I’d never seen her so openly worked up. So angry. Pure fire was spitting out of her eyes. Eyes that were locked with mine. Not looking away. No hint of shyness from her. She was so brazen, furious, and mouthwatering.

God, I want her.

I licked my lips, almost smirking at her eyes momentarily flickered towards my mouth.

“I beg very much to differ,” I finally said.

You do?

Damn right, I do.

“You what?” Demi nearly growled, her expression incredulous. She was two seconds from blowing, I could see it.

As sick as she’d made me, I could feel my heart speeding up with excitement. “You heard me. Let me make two things very clear. One, my ‘date’ left me as soon as we got here. And, why?” I said, taking a step towards her.

Demi still looked ready to tear my hair out but something of what I was feeling must’ve showed on my face because she actually started moving back.

“I…I don’t understand-”

I cut her off, still advancing towards her. “Because of you,” I growled, letting all my frustrations show.

Demi’s back met another of the walls just as she let out a tiny gasp. “Dorian.”

“Now,” I continued, not stopping until I was right in front of her. “You say it’s none of my business what happens between you and that boy-”

“It’s isn’t!” she stubbornly whispered, her voice giving her away as much as her heavy breathing.

I bit my lip, the haze expanding. Need roaring.

“I saw you kissing your lover today. You can do whatever you want, right? So what right do you have-”

“Damn it, Demi,” I said, running one finger up her arm and licking my lips at the way she uncontrollably shivered. “She kissed me. I won’t deny that she was once my lover but I haven’t slept with her in months. There’s no reason for you to go out with that boy and lie to the both of you just because you want to get back at me.”

Demi’s mouth fell open, her breath seeming to get stuck in her throat. Then… “You egotistical bastard. What if I do want him? How do you know I’m not fucking attracted to him?” she spat, pushing at my chest.

This newfound fire in her was damn near hypnotizing. Her words infuriating. In the dim light, I could see how flushed her skin was. My body coiled tight, my sanity further dying. “You’re lying, Demi,” I said as calmly as I could while trying to control the anger her words caused.