So Wrong. Part 4

He watched me thoughtfully while we waited for the cab—which was taking forever—and strummed his fingers impatiently.

I thought we’d sit there in silence and probably never speak again until he cleared his throat and got me to reflexively meet his eyes.

“This is going to happen, Nina. I guarantee you’ll be back before the week is out, begging for my cock.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but said nothing. I was too afraid he was right.

I showed up at his apartment at 3AM two nights after we met at the bar. He didn’t look terribly surprised by my appearance. In fact, he looked amused. I wanted to kiss that fucking smirk right off his face, so I did. I hopped on him and gave him an angry, bruising kiss.

I hadn’t been able to think of anything but the feel of his cock against my stomach, the heat of his skin, his dark green eyes undressing me, the feel of his hands on my body, and I was fucking tired of it. I hated him and myself so much.

But I figured I