Stefan over the edge. If it was the last thing she did, she was going watch him fall all the way to the bottom.
“You’re lying,” he said, going very quiet which would tell any sane person to back off.
“I’m not lying,” she said, not backing off. “I love him,” she insisted again and met Stefan’s blue eyes straight on when she said it, trying not to love the flare of undiluted fury that made his mouth fall open. Well, it wasn’t a lie. Not exactly. She did love Jared, just not the way she loved the selfish bastard pinning her against the wall. The selfish bastard she was dying to kiss again. The gorgeous bastard she was suddenly having a ball torturing. He’d asked for it, she assured herself. He deserved it.
Then he leaned in to her, bringing his face very close to hers. Her lips ached, her throat went dry as everything turned to liquid heat below her waist. “If you think for one minute I’m letting you marry that hippie musician, you really have lost your mind.”
“You can’t stop me,” she shot back, fighting to keep her smirk in place. He was so close she could almost taste him. Her whole body screamed for it. Even the muscles in her legs started to burn. She wanted to grab him by the hair and kiss him hard, but only after he was on his knees.
“Really? You want to test that theory.”
“Yeah,” she said, the word a dare.
He pressed her harder against the wall, leaning one forearm close to her head as he moved even closer to her. “What’d I tell you when you were sixteen?” he demanded.
Her eyes widened. All these years she’d thought she’d dreamed that. He really had found her on the back porch while everyone else was asleep and she was trying to get over the worst prom night in the history of civilization. Stefan had ruined it before it started with one look and she’d spent the entire night sorting through crushed hopes and damaged dreams. She’d cringed when he’d joined her on that swing, afraid of what he’d say. He’d shocked her silly by kissing her. A sweet fairytale of a kiss that she still wasn’t convinced was real. Then he’d made her promise no more boys.
“Did he fuck you, Jen?” Stefan demanded, tearing her away from the sweet, treasured dream she now knew was a real memory.
Her whole body jerked with fury. He had not just said that to her. So she nodded, but found she couldn’t meet the wild look in his eyes when she did it, and her dark lashes swept down as she closed her eyes. This was not so exciting anymore.
“No, you lying little witch,” he snarled at her, his hand on her jaw as he tried to turn her face to his. “You open your eyes and tell me to my face that you gave him what was mine.” His hand clamped down on her face. “Open your eyes.”
She shook her head because she knew she just couldn’t do it. She’d lost. She should have known better. How could she possibly go up against him and win? She actually loved him. She only ended up hurting herself. “Let me go,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes or I will find out for myself if you let him touch you.”
Her eyes snapped open and the look on his face made her blood run cold. It had honestly never occurred to her to be really afraid of him. But it should have. She’d pushed him way too far. Part of her reveled in it. Part of her wanted to crush his mouth with hers and see what happened. But the part that really loved him knew she had to diffuse this situation before he did something he would never forgive himself for. The weak, pathetic, stupid part of her that loved him won.
“Are you sleeping with him?” he asked, his words so soft and quiet, her lungs seized and her heart actually slowed down.
“No, of course not,” she said softly, still unable to meet his eyes as hot color swept over her cheeks. She’d thought she had dreamed making him that promise that night. She’d believed all these years it had just been a fantasy, but she’d kept the promise anyway. It
“You’re lying,” he said, going very quiet which would tell any sane person to back off.
“I’m not lying,” she said, not backing off. “I love him,” she insisted again and met Stefan’s blue eyes straight on when she said it, trying not to love the flare of undiluted fury that made his mouth fall open. Well, it wasn’t a lie. Not exactly. She did love Jared, just not the way she loved the selfish bastard pinning her against the wall. The selfish bastard she was dying to kiss again. The gorgeous bastard she was suddenly having a ball torturing. He’d asked for it, she assured herself. He deserved it.
Then he leaned in to her, bringing his face very close to hers. Her lips ached, her throat went dry as everything turned to liquid heat below her waist. “If you think for one minute I’m letting you marry that hippie musician, you really have lost your mind.”
“You can’t stop me,” she shot back, fighting to keep her smirk in place. He was so close she could almost taste him. Her whole body screamed for it. Even the muscles in her legs started to burn. She wanted to grab him by the hair and kiss him hard, but only after he was on his knees.
“Really? You want to test that theory.”
“Yeah,” she said, the word a dare.
He pressed her harder against the wall, leaning one forearm close to her head as he moved even closer to her. “What’d I tell you when you were sixteen?” he demanded.
Her eyes widened. All these years she’d thought she’d dreamed that. He really had found her on the back porch while everyone else was asleep and she was trying to get over the worst prom night in the history of civilization. Stefan had ruined it before it started with one look and she’d spent the entire night sorting through crushed hopes and damaged dreams. She’d cringed when he’d joined her on that swing, afraid of what he’d say. He’d shocked her silly by kissing her. A sweet fairytale of a kiss that she still wasn’t convinced was real. Then he’d made her promise no more boys.
“Did he fuck you, Jen?” Stefan demanded, tearing her away from the sweet, treasured dream she now knew was a real memory.
Her whole body jerked with fury. He had not just said that to her. So she nodded, but found she couldn’t meet the wild look in his eyes when she did it, and her dark lashes swept down as she closed her eyes. This was not so exciting anymore.
“No, you lying little witch,” he snarled at her, his hand on her jaw as he tried to turn her face to his. “You open your eyes and tell me to my face that you gave him what was mine.” His hand clamped down on her face. “Open your eyes.”
She shook her head because she knew she just couldn’t do it. She’d lost. She should have known better. How could she possibly go up against him and win? She actually loved him. She only ended up hurting herself. “Let me go,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes or I will find out for myself if you let him touch you.”
Her eyes snapped open and the look on his face made her blood run cold. It had honestly never occurred to her to be really afraid of him. But it should have. She’d pushed him way too far. Part of her reveled in it. Part of her wanted to crush his mouth with hers and see what happened. But the part that really loved him knew she had to diffuse this situation before he did something he would never forgive himself for. The weak, pathetic, stupid part of her that loved him won.
“Are you sleeping with him?” he asked, his words so soft and quiet, her lungs seized and her heart actually slowed down.
“No, of course not,” she said softly, still unable to meet his eyes as hot color swept over her cheeks. She’d thought she had dreamed making him that promise that night. She’d believed all these years it had just been a fantasy, but she’d kept the promise anyway. It
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