Page 43 of Vicious Little Liar
None of it phases him. He’s a mountain of immovable muscle.
Grabbing my wrists, he pins my hands above my head with embarrassing ease.
“Get off of me!” I screech, bucking my hips to unseat him. My head smacks against the headboard, but I don’t let it phase me.
“Dammit, Leti. Calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Deciding it’ll be worth it if it gets him off of me, I throw my full strength into movements, managing to get one hand free. Curling my hand into a fist, I punch him in the face.
He rears back, releasing my other hand to rub his jaw, but he’s still on top of me, and from the look of things, I didn’t really hurt him. There’s not even a mark.
All I succeeded in doing is pissing him off.
Nostrils flaring, Andrés fights me for my hands once more, this time jerking them to my sides and pinning them beneath his knees.Shit. That hurts. But I refuse to show him my pain.
Gripping my chin, he forces my gaze to his. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“Are you kidding me right now?” I bark out a humorless laugh.
“I just want to talk.”
“So talk,” I snap, blowing my hair out of my face. “Say what you need to say, and then get the fuck out of my life.”
His mouth tightens. “What did I do?”
A better question would be, what hasn’t he done?
Seeing the look on my face, he clarifies. “This week. Since my brothers and I spoke with you. What did I do? Because you were warming up to me before. You liked what we did in the bathroom.”
My cheeks burn.
“You liked when I made you come.” Nope. Definitely did not. He must be confusing me with somebody else.“ And now you’re a fucking ice queen, freezing me out.”
“That’s cute. But don’t delude yourself. I was never warming up to you.”
He sucks on his teeth. “Bullshit. I was there.” He presses his forehead to mine, his breath ghosting across my lips. “You wanted me the other night just as much as I wanted you. I could have fucked you then and there, and you wouldn’t have made a single objection.”
My mouth waters at the reminder, but there is no way I am going to admit to his words.
“Don’t bother denying it,princesa.”
I grind my teeth together. Screw him. None of what happened proves anything.
Is he hot as hell? Yes.
Does my pussy have a mind of her own and turn into a complete hussy whenever he touches me? Also yes.
But that’s lust talking. Not genuine interest. Not trust. He is the enemy. I’m not going to suddenly forget that. So, no. I was not warming up to him. It was a lust induced lapse in sanity.
“Morning came, and shit changed.” Tell me about it. “I’ll ask you one more time. What did I do?”
He knows it’s his fault. I’ll give him that. Not that self-awareness will earn him any brownie points. But I’m over all of this bullshit. I’m too exhausted to keep playing these games.
“You lied.” Again.
Dark brows pull together. “About what?” There is genuine confusion in his voice. “I would never lie to you.”
Puh-leez. I’m not falling for his act.
