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“I–”
“You are nothing but a little slut, so desperate for cock you had to go get it somewhere else.”
He presses harder and I cry out. A mix of pain, pleasure, and deep angst coming to the surface. His hand close to my face smells of that particular copper tang of blood.
“Stop,” I whimper.
“What’s wrong? You wanted my dick in that cunt for so long, beautiful. God, it must have been so horrible for you, begging like a bitch in need to two different guys.”
“I get it, Nathan. You’re mad,” I rage. “You’re mad because I put myself in danger, you’re mad because I was attracted to Jake while I was with you. Now imagine how I feel that our relationship was based on nothing but lies. Every single day you lied to my face.” I brace my hands against the counter and try to push myself up, harder this time, but he pushes me back down harshly enough that I whimper when my cheek hits the counter again.
“Let me go!” I cry out. “We weren’t good for each other. You made your point.”
For a second, I think he’s going to do something violent again. Nothing happens until I feel his breath on my cheek. His grip loosens slightly, and his voice has gone back to a leveled vibration. “You know what’s great, ‘Me?” he chuckles in my ear, like preparing himself for a sick joke. “You are so infatuated with Jake…” I can hear the smile in his voice when he talks again. “…and he will inevitably break your heart.”
I groan a wordless complaint and he tightens his grip on me. “Can I tell you a secret, beautiful?” He doesn’t wait for me to reply. “I still haven’t decided if I still love you, or if I want to hurt you real, real bad for betraying me.”
“If you want to hurt me so bad, why did you just kill someone for me?”
He grunts in anger as he suddenly lets me go and pulls away from me. Yeah, I thought he wouldn’t have a reply to that.
“You’re done looking for your brother, Jamie. Because next time a Wolf comes after you, I won’t fucking save you.”
I push up and my eyes land on the ashes in the sink. “You burnt it all,” I whisper in unbelievable sadness.
He stays silent for a few seconds, his breathing going from angry panting to slow, calm breaths. Now that he’s calmed down, I can almost hear him gulping as I turn around to him, tears streaking my cheeks.
We look at each other in silence, ashamed of what we’ve become. I think he’s probably thinking the same as me, how could we have been so horrible to the other? We’ve shown our nastiest sides unapologetically and now we pay the consequences.
“It had to be done.” His last words are barely audible. “I’m sorry.”
There is nothing left to be said, and so he slowly turns around and leaves my house, walking around the kitchen bar and through the door in no particular rush.
