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Breaking Him (Love is War #1) Page 48
Author: R.K. Lilley

Seeing him with her gave me that feeling again.  My skin humming, bile rising in my throat.

But then—he recoiled from her, moving around her without so much as a hello.

Well, whatever he was doing with her for this twisted little trip, he was not playing the same games as he was with me.  If I had thrown myself at him like that, I’d have been over his shoulder and carried to the nearest bed in about three seconds flat.

It was something, some sad sop to my ego.  I made a vengeful note to use that against Tiffany the first chance I got.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

PAST

Tiffany was only a despised name in my head for years before I actually met the girl.

When her parents started sending her to stay at Dante’s house for a few weeks every summer, I was already solidly turned against her.

It is a fact that I never gave her a chance.

Blind hatred will do that.

Dante was kinder than I was, or at least that’s what I told myself back then.  He tried not to hold their mothers’ crazy ideas against her.

When I first got wind of it, we were alone in Gram’s parlor right before dinner.  We were sitting side by side, waiting for her to finish a phone call.

He had a hold of my hand when he told me the news.

I wrenched it away.

I was already his girlfriend, already possessive of him and sure of my ownership.

And so I threw a fit.

“She’s staying at your house?” I was trying not to raise my voice.  It was the thing I’d been dreading since his mother had told me about her.

He shrugged, looking helpless.  “She’s just some girl I don’t know.  My mom invited her.  It’s not like I can stop them, but who cares?  I’m hardly ever home.  The only thing I do is sleep there.

That sounded ominous enough to me.  “If you stay in that house with her, I’m breaking up with you,” I told him.

He did not like that.  I’d never threatened him with such a thing, never even thought of it before.

“Are you kidding me?” he spoke low, temper flashing in his eyes.

He tried to grab me, but I evaded him, standing up and walking away.  “You let me know when you decide what you want to do.”

Of course he didn’t let me leave like that.

He caught me, picked me up, and carried me back to the couch.  He had me pinned on my back, face looming over mine when he said.  “Stand down, tiger.  Who do you think you’re talking to?  Whose side do you think I’m on?”

I was not standing down, still fuming, face turned away, lips trembling.  “I don’t even know.”

“You do.  Pretend all you want, but you know I’m on your side.  Don’t you?”

“No.” I knew I was pouting like a brat, but I felt so helpless.  I couldn’t stand the thought of him sleeping in the same house as that girl in the picture.

A picture I’d kept, buried somewhere in the bottom of a drawer, my fear of what she represented not buried nearly as deep.

He was the only thing of value in the world that belonged to me, and the thought of losing him made me feel impotent and weak.  Made me want to lash out at anyone and anything.  Even him.

“What do you want me to do?” he whispered right into my mouth.  “I’ll do whatever you want.  Don’t you know I’ll do whatever you want?”  His voice was cajoling.  Seductive.  Completely unfair.

And as he spoke, he was shifting on top of me, moving his hips until he was lying flush between my thighs and we were both breathing hard.

He shifted, grinding against me.  “Anything you want,” he repeated, “but don’t threaten me with that again.  It’s not okay.  It’s not an option.  Don’t you know it’s not an option?”

I had, but I didn’t know how to pull my punches when I was blindly lashing out.  “I don’t want you sleeping in that house with her,” I told him.

He had his lips on me now, was placing deep, drugging kisses on my cheek, my jaw, my throat, as he said, “Okay.  Fine.  That’s easy.  I’ll stay with Gram until she leaves.  Is that all?”

I nodded and he started kissing me.  With a groan, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.

He groaned into my mouth and kissed me deeper, grinding harder against me.

We made out like this just about every chance we got, but we normally weren’t this shameless about it.  We usually found someplace where we knew we were alone before we did anything like this.  The fight had distracted us both.

“Dante, get off her,” Gram’s exasperated voice broke through the air.

He leapt off me like she’d burned him.

I sat up, straightening my clothes as I looked guiltily at her.  More than anything, I wanted her approval, and I hated the idea that she’d look down on me for finding us like that.

But she just rolled her eyes at me.  “Boys!” she said, throwing her hands up.  “What on earth will we do with this one?  Too brazen for his own good!”

I smiled, sending a disgruntled Dante an evil look.  I even stuck my tongue out at him.  He’d been blamed for the whole thing, and I couldn’t make myself be sad about it.  It had been his fault.

Over dinner Dante casually asked Gram if he could stay over for a few weeks.

She didn’t hesitate.  “Of course.  Any time.  You don’t have to ask.  You’re welcome here, always.  You too, Scarlett.  Come for a sleepover any time you like.”

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