Page 33 of Cruel Devil
“You do not get to dictate what I wear or do or anything about my life. You don't own me. Get that through your head.” Something in me snaps. All my frustration from before, my anger and hurt at his dismissal comes rushing to the surface. Where does he get off? “You think that, what, since we fooled around in a classroom that you all of a sudden get to make demands? That’s not how this works, Dom!” I shove at his chest. “Get the hell out of my way.”
He shifts his stance, still blocking me.
“Dominique—”
“Put on the shirt or take off that suit. You’re not going out where all those fraternity punks are in that.”
I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. “Fine,” I snap.
Surprise flashes in his eyes and he takes a step back, giving me some space, but I’m not going to put on his stupid cinnamon smelling shirt. Since he wants me to take off the swimsuit, I’ll take it off.
I grab the straps of the swimsuit and tug them down, pulling my arms out.
“What are you doing?”
Ignoring him, I push the swimsuit down past my ribcage, exposing my breasts.
“Jesus Christ!”
A small smile curls my lip and I shove the swimsuit down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. I swallow hard, but refuse to be embarrassed as I raise my eyes to his. “Happy now?” My voice is surprisingly even, giving none of my nerves away.
Need flashes in Dominique’s eyes as he drinks me in. Then, without saying a word, he turns, jerks my bedroom door open, and leaves, slamming it shut behind him.
My phone rings but it takes me a minute to collect myself. I pick up Dominique’s shirt from the floor and slip it on. Not because I want to wear anything that belongs to him, but because it’s there. And then I dig my phone out of my bag. It’s no longer ringing, but I can see it was my mom who called. I’ll call her back later. I’m not really in the mood for one of her chats.
I consider going back to the party, but that doesn’t sound appealing either, so instead, I drop down on my bed and crack open a textbook, telling myself that my decision to stay inside has nothing to do with Dominique. I just need to catch up on some homework.
Clearly, I am a big fat liar.
Chapter Fifteen
There are only a few blocks between the Kappa Mu house and my place, so I walk, needing some time to clear my head. If I didn’t get out of there when I did, I was going to do something I couldn’t take back. I wouldn’t regret it. I know that much. Taking Kasey and laying her down on her bed, sliding into her wet heat, yeah, that isn’t something I would regret. But it is something that would make shit complicated, and I can’t do complicated right now. Almost to my street, I change course and head for the field instead. I could use a run. My body is wound up tight. I need to tire myself out and get Kasey out of my head.
Three miles in and I still can’t get the image of her naked body out of my mind. Sweat drips down my back, my calves burning, but I keep up the pace. Two more miles and my chest is heaving, but I still see her perfect tits. Her tiny waist. Her bare pussy. Running isn’t going to cut it.
I jog off the track and head for my place. Maybe a cold shower will help.
When I reach my door, I notice Aaron’s ride in the driveway, which means he’s home. Good.
“Hey, man. You good?” I ask as soon as I see him.
He looks up, eyes bloodshot and unfocused.
I curse. “What happened?”
He shakes his head.
I grab a water bottle from the fridge, uncap it, and bring it back to him. He accepts it but doesn’t take a drink. “Bro, you’re freaking me out. What happened?”
His hands flex. “I freaked out, alright.”
“I’m gonna need you to give me a little more information.”
He hangs his head, no longer meeting my eyes. “A car pulled up to me while I was driving. They had music going. I—” He swallows hard. “There were gunshots in the song. I didn’t think. Just fucking panicked.”
Shit. “But you came home? You’re good? Nothing else happened?”
He exhales a harsh breath. “Yeah. I’m good. Just freaked the fuck out.”
