Page 49 of Acid

He swallows, his grip tightening again as he admits with a growl so deep, I can feel it vibrate through my body, “She’s not fucking pregnant with my child, Tinker. She lied to get my patch.” I scoff, trying to get out of his hold again but gasp when he spins us, pressing my back against the shelves as he snaps, “It’s the fucking truth! Piston found evidence that she’s on the waiting list for donor insemination. She’s on fucking hormone enhancers already. That’s how desperate she is!”

My nostrils flare, not surprised one bit with the lengths she’d go to, but that information doesn’t change anything.

I snap, “It doesn’t matter, you still screwed her, Acid, you still walked away, leaving me alone and vulnerable, feeling dirty on the counter. Now move.”

I shove him, but instead of stumbling back, he presses his body against mine and growls, “Your bratty attitude is starting to fucking piss me off, Perrie.”

The little….My back digs into the shelves, sending a pinch up my spine, but I ignore it and smirk, “Is that so?” I look at his hands hold me, and I ask, “How does it feel to know your holding me where I bent over for Coby for years, while hefuckedme from behind?” His cheeks redden, and I confirm, “Bratty enough for you?”

His breathing accelerates, his anger radiating from him, before he growls, “You’re fucking mine!” His lips crash into mine in a hard, bruising kiss, his hand moving from my cheek to my hair, gripping it.

I gasp in shock, not at the kiss but more that no fear rushes through me, only safety, giving him the opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth and, like the hussy I am where this man is concerned, instead of hitting him, I melt and moan into his mouth, tangling my tongue with his, my hands fisting in his shirt to keep him close to me.

Acid groans and lifts me, my dress riding up as I wrap my legs around his waist. He rests me against the shelves as our kiss heats up, and he moves his hand from my ass to my inner thighs. My stomach flutters with anticipation, all reality disappearing, my lust and love for this man consuming me.

My dad, Andrea, Mom, and the rape all vanish for one whole minute…before his hand freezes. I come back to reality as he breaks the kiss, his eyes hard, and the feeling of his finger tracing each scar slices through me.

I force the bile down as he demands, “What the fuck are these, Perrie?”

My heart pounds and I shove him, causing him to stumble back, my legs dropping.

“Answer the fucking question, Perrie!” he demands again as I push my dress back down.

I shake my head at him and rush to the door, but he grabs my arm, and I swing around. He blocks my hit and tries to sweep his leg out, hoping to knock me on the floor, but I jump like he did when I was thirteen.

He stumbles but quickly grabs my arm, twisting it, and I turn, elbowing him in the gut, making him grunt before I kick his shin hard, making him stumble.

He comes at me again, and this time, I do the girl thing and lift my knee, getting him where it hurts most.

He groans, kneeling a little, and I smirk before turning, unlocking the door, and running out, causing it to slam against the wall with force.

As I reach the mouth of the hallway, I take a deep breath and walk out, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my apron. Coby watches me, his brows scrunched before his eyes go to the hallway.

Dammit, Acid….

I swear, if Coby hurts him, I’m going nuclear.

Taking a deep breath, I walk over to Piston’s table. Cooper looks at me wide-eyed. I give the boy a sweet smile, knowing he was probably coerced into helping Acid, and ask him, “Pancakes?”

Cooper nods slowly, and Nat asks warily, “Uh, Pez, you good?”

I give her a big grin and say, “Peachy. I think Acid forgot who trained me.”

Piston furrows his brows just as Acid hobbles over to the table, holding between his legs, looking a mess. Natalie covers her mouth, trying not to let her laughter out, while Piston’s escapes, and I grin, looking over my handy work.

His shirt is a mess, his lip is bleeding, and he’s stumbling.

Slowly, he takes a seat next to Cooper, wincing as he side-eyes me, but I ignore him and look at Piston, who clears his throat, looking a little scared, and says, “The usual, please, Perrie. Two large breakfasts and pancakes with fruit.”

I nod, turn, and leave, feeling their eyes on my back.

I pin up their order, grab the coffee pot, and go to the side tables for refills.

My lips tingle, between my legs is wet, and my heart is still pounding as realization hits me hard….

I’m never going to get over him, am I?

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