Chapter 16. On the Edge

Jacob

In my mind, I counted to three. Slowly, I took control of my rage, my pent-up frustration, and my sexual desires that were teetering on the edge as I watched her, all riled up. Even in her anger and drunkenness, she looked beautiful.

But beauty didn’t excuse her misbehavior.

She thought she could do whatever she wanted—she needed to think again.

“Don’t blame me later. You fucking asked for it.” Without a shred of doubt, I leaned down, slid my hands around the back of her knees, and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her perfectly round butt was so close to my face—I almost had the urge to bite it, but then again, we were in front of her friends.

God! I couldn’t even describe my emotions—I was mad, pissed, and, above all, I was incredibly horny. She turned me on as much as she made me angry.

“What the fuck!” she yelled, throwing her tiny fists against my back—they felt like raindrops against my skin. “Let me go, you fucking asshole!” I igno