“Ah, there she is. The girl who’s smashed my heart to pieces,” he said, his voice loud and menacing over the rain. “Was that your sole purpose in all of this—breaking my heart? Because if so, you’ve thoroughly accomplished that. “
“How dare you say that to me!” she yelled, her anger welling, bubbling deeper now.
“How dare I say that? I was nothing but a fucking reprieve for you while he was gone!” Uncrossing his arms, he stepped forward, flinging his hands aloft in complete surrender. “Is this some kind of fucking joke?” he laughed with no hint of amusement in his voice. “I took that pretty face for many things, but I have to admit a sick little player wasn’t one of them.”
Emily’s mouth hung agape. The frigid rain had nothing on the tenacity he had showing up and accusing her of being a player. That alone had her nearly frozen in disbelief. However, she decided to remain quiet. If he wanted to play games, she would allow him, but she would win at the end. Something inside her screamed to let him bury himself. She crossed her arms as defiance shimmered in her eyes, inviting him to his own funeral.
And Gavin would take the bait because that look in her eyes nearly drove him mad.
Though she ripped his soul from within his body, not touching her wasn’t an option. Not kissing her was impossible. He had to kiss her right there as the rain fell around them. Gavin moved to her with the fluency of a tiger attacking its prey. Before Emily could stumble back a few steps, he captured her by the waist and brutally crashed his lips over hers, his tongue parting them while she tried to push him away. For a second, she could taste his anger, aggravation, and possessiveness—and, damn him, if it didn’t confuse and piss her off more. As he sucked the rain clear off her bottom lip, lightening flashed above, its booming sound cracking to the earth in the distance.
“Are you fucking crazy, Gavin?” she hissed, jerking her head back as she tried to wiggle her way out of his hold.
“Am I crazy? Like a fool, I had faith in you—in us!” he growled, his voice rising, barely controlled, as he gripped her waist. He looked into her eyes, watching the beads of water trickle along her lashes and down her cheeks. “When did you take him back, Emily? Answer me that fucking question!”
Puddles pooled around their feet, and rain-soaked commuters dashed past them.
She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest, with mutiny bold in her eyes. “I took him back about an hour after you left my apartment!” she hissed, her voice malicious in her attempt to cut every piece of him to shreds. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly in place. “I took him back an hour after you brazenly hovered over my body and told me that you loved me!”
Glaring at her viciously, his hand came around the nape of her neck as he pulled her face within inches of his, their noses brushing. She felt his hot breath fan over her cold cheeks as her chest rose and fell. “You were awake when I was there?”
“Oh, I was awake and very well as a matter of fact,” she laughed maniacally, her words dripping with rage.
Gavin couldn’t believe what he was hearing or seeing. Surely, this wasn’t the same woman he was with only a few nights before. He’d heard of people being deemed temporarily insane, and in this very moment, he was completely ready to drive her straight to the nearest psychiatric ward.
No. Questions. Asked.
“How seriously twisted can you be?” he growled, his expression thunderous. She went to speak, but he cut her off. “Did you fuck him last night, Emily?” Her breath hitched, and her body heated as he tilted her neck back, his hand fisting the back of her hair. He grazed his lips over the corner of her mouth. He then slowly slid them to her ear, the slight stubble on his face brushing against her flesh, his voice a hot whisper. “And if you did fuck him last night, did he feel as good inside that beautiful pussy as I did? Was he able to make you beg for more the way I can?” He gently nipped her earlobe, nearly melting her right there. “And one final question for you, doll. Did you come as hard with him as you came for me?”
As the fierce downpour assaulted the pavement, her eyes narrowed on him, her heart exploding with grief and anger all at once. He loomed over her with their drenched clothing clinging against their bodies, their breathing heavy. “He made me come harder!” At this, he looked shocked—hurt even—but it didn’t stop her. “He felt just as awesome inside of me as your dick felt buried inside of Gina!”
With furrowed brows, Gavin reared back. “What are you talking about?”
“Gina,” she clarified slowly, her voice venomous. “I came to surprise you yesterday morning with breakfast, and it turned out the surprise was on me. Looked like you already ate. Your bed sheets were still warm from the two of us, and she opened your door practically naked. Give me a fucking break!” she screamed, watching as his expression shifted to one of unease.
Gavin knew her eyes were her enemy, betraying her in so many ways, but he also knew his actions by letting Gina in had caused the battle. God help him if this was a battle he was about to lose Emily over.
Tread.
He knew he had to tread lightly. The woman before him was broken and hurt, but his mind was frozen. He couldn’t seem to formulate his words quickly enough.
His lack of a speedy reply seemed to confirm what Emily knew to be true. He knew he’d been caught, and he had no idea what to say. Before Gavin could register what was happening, Emily brought her hand up and smacked him hard across his face, the sound pitching over the pelting rain.