Page 16 of Malevolent Hearts
“You’ve always been a good little slut for my dick, haven’t you, B?”
“Oh, fuck. I’m almost there.”
“That’s my good girl.” Bringing his hand between us, he rubs circles around my clit, and when I tighten around him, he pinches. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop myself from exploding. Like always, Cadden’s body reacts to mine, and with one more thrust, he’s filling me with his cum. “Take every drop, baby.” His eyes fall to my pussy, and he watches as his cum leaks from me as he pulls his cock out and guides me to my feet. With greedy eyes, he trails his gaze over every inch of my skin as he swipes at his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.
Once I can stand without feeling like my legs are going to buckle beneath me, Cadden steps closer and clamps my chin in his grip. My eyes meet his, and there’s raging regret swirling in their depths.
“Hate me. I deserve it.”
Before I can dissect his words, he reaches for the keychain around his neck and pulls it over his head. Then, lifting my arm, he guides my palm open and drops the key into my hand. “If I told you every good thing I’ve ever done, you’d hate me anyway.”
Nine
Cadden
The Past
I never saw her coming; no I didn’t.
What I thought was hate… maybe isn’t.
—Cadden James Connelly
“So…” Brodie steps in next to me, seemingly done with his clientele. “Beibhinn Devereux?”
I lean against the railing, eyes trained on the makeshift dance floor next to the pool—or more importantly, the girl with the colourless hair. She holds her arms above her head, eyes closed as her whole body sways to the beat. I hate that she holds all my attention, stealing my focus like a snake charmer with each roll of her hips. Unfortunately for me, she’s still wearing the soaked white tank top and her cotton panties, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric and drawing the eyes of every motherfucker at this party.
It’s taking all the strength I have not to go down there and beat every cunt that looks her way to death. What is it about her that draws out the green monster in me? That fucker is barely contained, seconds from breaking free. I remind myself of her insanity. Beibhinn is a loose cannon, the kind of girl that will bring you to life with her malevolent smile only to cut your dick off with a rusty knife, laughing while she does it. Maybe I can blame my newfound obsession on how she’s going to be my wife one day, and I don’t want anyone to have a claim on her, or maybe it’s something entirely different. Something I am not ready to admit, even if the devil on my shoulder keeps repeating the same word over and over, leading me to temptation with four letters. Mine.
I shouldn’t want her. And I don’t. But I can’t deny the pull I feel towards her. Just looking at her drives me fucking crazy with conflicting emotions. One minute, I want to wrap my hand around her throat and teach her a lesson, and the next, I want to shut her up, silencing her by slamming my mouth against hers. Her allure is aggravating, and it’s confusing the shit out of me. I don’t want to want her, but something stirring inside me tells me I don’t have a choice.
Brodie’s shoulder knocks off mine, gaining my attention and silently asking me to expand on his non-question. My neck cranes to the side, and I raise a brow. “What about her?”
“Don’t play stupid, Cad. You’ve kept both eyes on her all night, and don’t think I didn’t notice you refusing Meila when she offered to suck your dick, because I did.”
He’s right. After Beibhinn’s arrival, the last thing I wanted was Meila’s mouth on me. But there isn’t a reality where I’ll admit that. “I wasn’t feeling it.”
There’s a smug look on Brodie’s face, and judging by the slight tilt of his chin, it seems this fucker thinks he knows something I don’t. His hand lands on my shoulder before he gives it a tight squeeze. “You might not want to see what’s right in front of you, but everyone else can. The killer queen has our king wrapped around her finger. And I for one, can’t wait to see how this plays out.”
Once again, I find myself lying through my teeth. “You’re wrong."
He tipped his chin towards the dance floor. “You sure about that?"
My eyes follow his gesture and my blood boils hotter than the sun. Standing behind Beibhinn, with his hands curled around her hips, grinding his cock against her arse as they sway to the music, is one of my best friends. Lucas Daly.
His gaze connects with mine over her shoulder, and an emotion I have no business feeling rushes to the surface. My fingers tighten around the railing, and my knuckles turn white as my body rattles with raw jealousy. He knows what he’s doing, and if the smarmy smile twisting his lips is anything to go by, he knows it’s working, too. His hands move higher, sliding along her ribcage as he draws her back against his chest.
Beibhinn closes her eyes and tips her chin towards the sky, resting her head against Lucas’s shoulder. His hands continue to wander, and the urge to remove them from his body takes over. Before rational thought enters the picture, I’m catapulting over the railing to the soundtrack of Brodie’s laughter. “Not interested, my arse.”
Thankfully, I land on my feet, ignoring the hoots and hollers of the group of drunk arseholes whose conversation I dropped into. The sea of people between me and my destination parts as I stalk towards Beibhinn and Lucas with murder on my mind. I have no idea where this newfound possession came from, but there’s no stopping me.
This is my kingdom.
My playground.
Lucas is testing me, and unfortunately, the little game he’s playing reveals colours I normally don’t show. I might hate the girl with a fiery passion, but the moral of the story is she belongs to me, and nobody—not even my best friend—can touch her.
My feet eat up the distance, and I draw closer. With every step, Lucas’s wicked smirk widens, but once he sees the darkness swirling in my eyes, he steps backward, holding his hands up in surrender.