Page 38 of Broken
A hand on my arm scares the fuck out of me as I turn to see Hilary standing there, pissed the fuck off. “She's no longer your concern.” Hilary states rudely.
I turn my attention back to Katherine as Knox's hand starts moving up her leg. Fuck. That's not what she needs. I've always known what she needs. She doesn't need or want to be controlled, she wants the control.
“Leave her in the past. I'm your future.” Hilary's annoying voice pierces my ears like a goddamn hot poker.
I turn to look at the beautiful, boring bombshell and then back to my dark, psychotic, and very broken vixen and know exactly where my heart lies. It's always been Katherine's who the fuck was I kidding? Trying to divorce Katherine after thinking it was a fake marriage, just to marry someone just like my mother. “Fuck off, Hilary.”
I swing the door to the biology room open, both Knox and Kat look at me. “Get your fucking hands off my wife.” I shout, a deep growl threatening to break free as my fists clench at my sides.
“Wife?” Knox says letting go of Katherine.
“Wife?” Katherine repeats as she sits up. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You came here with a blonde bimbo who my brother so graciously told me was your soon to be wife, and now you're here claiming I'm your wife. Have you lost your mind?”
“State of Nevada recognized our Elvis tour as a real wedding. We've been married for nearly five years.” I state.
“What. The. Fuck?” Hilary shouts from behind me. She’s known about the marriage, but I’m assuming she’s more pissed off about me interfering with Knox and Katherine.
I turn to face her, “I know you're fucking George, go be with him like you want to be.” I wave her off and turn back to the only woman I've ever loved. “Knox, if you don't fucking leave right now, I will fuck her in front of you, and I swear to God, if you try to stop me, I'll tie you down and fuck you next.”
“Psychos. The pair of you.” He throws his hands up and leaves quickly. Pot meet kettle pervert.
My heart is racing and I feel like I could probably throw up. But, this is the right thing to do. “Who do you think you are?” Katherine jumps down from the table. “Waltzing in here like I'm some sort of prize, staking your claim on me. I haven't spoken to you in four and a half years.”
“That's all my fault Kitty and I'm so sorry.”
“Four and a half years. And not a single time did you respond to any of my calls or texts. You went as far as to change your number to avoid me. Fuck, I called George more than once to get a hold of you. And you couldn't bother to call me back, let alone tell me we're married. Like for real, for real, married.” She shoves at my chest, hitting it harder than she used to.
“I'm sorry, Kitty.” I respond, letting her get her feelings out, knowing that she needs to go through the emotions I went through when I found out. There is nothing I can say that will fix this, but looking down into those icy blue orbs, it's like nothing has changed in five years. We're still that same couple at the end of high school.
“You think you can just walk back into my life and tell me who I can and can’t fuck. If I wanted to fuck Knox, then I can. I’m a big girl now.” She shoulders past me, but as I turn, I grab her arm, pulling her back to me. Our chests meet and when she puts her palms on my arm I close my eyes, remembering what she felt like. She shoves me off, “Fuck you, Westley.”
“Is that a challenge Kitty?” I lift her off the floor and put her up on the table.
“No.” I push my hand up her thigh, right under the skirt. She lets out a moan, but her fingers grab mine. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” I ask, pushing her underwear to the side until I find that she's soaked. Dripping and I haven’t even started yet. When my fingers slide into her, she spreads her legs wider and arches her back. “Do you like being a little slut, Kitty?” I twist my fingers so I can get a better angle, feeling her beast.
“I fucking hate you Westley.” She breathes, shoving at my chest again. I guess some things really don’t change. But, when I’m shoved away from her, my fingers are pulled from their home, and now that I’ve felt her again. I’m not sure I can leave her this time. She has always been my end game, I don’t know who I was fooling with Hilary. Myself maybe? But, it just never felt right with her.
Here, now, with Katherine, everything feels like it's supposed to be. I bring my fingers up to my lips and suck them in, tasting her as I let out a moan of my own. Jesus fucking Christ, I have missed her.
She drops down from the table, and straightens out her skirt. “You make me fucking crazy,” I spit, loosening the collar of my shirt.
“Yeah, well ditto.” She spits, her eyes flare at me. Her body is close to mine and I can smell the faint scent of her perfume and a smell that is irrevocably her.
I watch as she plays with her lip ring, running her tongue along the silver hoop like a nervous tick. She looks up at me and glares, her black rimmed eyes magnifying the gorgeous color there.
I reach up and trace the butterfly tattoo on her neck with my index finger.
“Don’t touch me,” she snips, batting my hand away.
“You didn’t mind me touching you before, in fact I’m pretty sure you begged for it.” I reply, returning my hand to where it was before.
“That was then, this is now. You have no right to touch me.” She takes a step back, fury displayed on her face.
“I think you forget that I have tasted every inch of you, I know what you look like when you come, I know what your fucking tears taste like.”
“Again, then and now,” she says, anger radiating off of her. She’s angry, I’m fucking livid. I close the gap between us, pushing her back against the table, my hands trap her in palm down on the surface.