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“Are they in any danger?”
“Not that we can assess.”
“But why you? Can’t they hurt me more if they go after the people who are close to me?”
“Are you suggesting you don’t feel close to me, Angel?” Derek asked softly.
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Don’t delude yourself. I needed to get laid and you were available.”
Derek’s face darkened in anger.Uh-oh, maybe she had gone too far pushing his buttons.
“Why are you being like this?” Derek muttered roughly.
Sophie saw red. She’d had enough. He couldn’t just barge in and take control of her again after treating her like he did this morning. She had her pride. She wouldn’t come running back at the crook of his finger. What an asshole.
“‘You’re an ass,” Sophie said furiously, leaning into his face. Derek raised a brow. “I don’t get you. You were all caveman pursuing me all week, with your big talk of having tasted me and wanting more and then when I give you more, you turned into Mr. Popsicle this morning. That might work on most of your women, but I have no intention of becoming another notch on your bed post.”
“You’re being ridiculous. Don’t lump yourself with the women I’ve had sex with in the past.”
“I’m not. Which is exactly what I’m telling you. But in your deluded oversexed mind, you can’t tell the difference,” Sophie said scathingly. “And you should listen to your arrogant self, Derek. How can I even be with a man who uses women for sex and doesn’t seem to care afterward.”
“I give them what they want. They want to get fucked, I need a fuck. Fair exchange,” Derek shot back, his eyes were glittering and he was flushed under his tan.
Sophie gaped at him, turning away momentarily before emitting a short incredulous laugh. Any illusion she had harbored about exploring a relationship with Derek evaporated. Contrary to what he would have her believe, he had only one use for women—sex. He’d tried to hide the fact behind his charm, but when pushed to a corner, the truth had no problem escaping from his own mouth.
“You have no redeeming quality,” Sophie whispered in a defeated tone.
“Angel—” He sounded contrite.
“Stop calling me that!” she shouted angrily. His eyes snapped to hers. “You will not blow hot and cold on me. You’re either in or out. And right now, ooohhh you’re definitely out, because newsflash Derek, I don’t give second chances.”
Derek yanked her to him, and she felt his arousal through their layers of clothing. The cuts on his face only enhanced his sexiness, and Sophie felt herself getting turned on. She knew if he pushed, she would give in.
“You seem to have forgotten the endless orgasms I’ve given you since last night. Do you need a reminder? I bet if I kiss you right now, I can have you on your back with your legs wrapped around me in two seconds,” Derek taunted her maddeningly.
“Yes, you can,” Sophie replied coldly. “But you’re not getting all of me like you did last night. That was a one shot deal, Derek. Fuck me if you want, go ahead.” Sophie challenged him, noting with satisfaction when he flinched. Sophie pulled herself free, turned around, jerking her head sideways, she said, “What I went through with Adam stunted me emotionally for thirteen years. I cut myself for the first year. Thoroughly twisted, Derek. You honestly believe I would lay myself open for that kind of hurt again?”
“Sophie—”
“We’ll enjoy the sex. You’re good,” she continued. “But that’s all you’re getting from me. A plain fuck. That’s all you’re good for anyway, remember?”
With that parting shot, she stormed off to the guest bedroom.
* * *
Sophie’s wordsslammed into him harder than the airbag from this morning. He couldn’t fucking breathe. What she had just said made sense and he couldn’t blame her for wanting to protect herself from heartache. He had been an insensitive screwup. He was so worried about her power to hurt him, he had hurt her first. And fuck him, why couldn’t he have kept his mouth shut? Every time he got backed into the corner of his very colorful sex life, his reply was always defensive. That the women he fucked knew the score, but deep down inside he knew most of them wanted more regardless of how upfront he was about non-exclusivity. Repeating this same excuse to Sophie didn’t work anymore and only ended up making him feel like a dick.
No redeeming quality.
Derek felt like a knife had stabbed his heart. And Sophie knew exactly how to twist it in further.
A plain fuck. That’s all you’re good for anyway, remember?
What she had said killed, because it was so close to the truth.
Cursing himself, he went to the fridge and got a beer, opened it and took a long pull. He glowered at Sophie’s closed door, debating whether to crash in there and force her to talk to him. But talk to her about what? How totally lost in her he felt? How desperately he wanted to stay buried inside her forever? The need to possess her had demolished his self-control; he had fucked her hard. He had become spellbound, and the soul-shattering experience ultimately scared the shit out of him.
Damn it, it was not supposed to be this complicated. But he would be damned if this would be the end of them.
