Tamed (Torn #5)(21)

I almost screamed in annoyance when someone knocked on my dorm door later that night. Chloe had been called in to work. I’d heard her tell me that much before I ran off this afternoon, so at least I knew it wasn’t her. My roommate wasn’t around, and I doubted if it was someone looking for her. As far as I could tell, she didn’t have many friends. I would feel sorry for her if she wasn’t such an annoying pain in the ass.

I opened my door to glare at whoever had disturbed my sulking. My mouth dropped open in shock when I saw Adam standing in the hallway.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

He gave me a small smile, one I would have found endearing a few days before. Now, all it did was annoy me.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“I think we did enough talking the other night. How did you even find out which dorm room was mine?”

He shrugged. “I knew which building, so I came in and asked around. You weren’t that hard to find.”

He pushed through the door before I could stop him.

I closed the door and turned to glare at him. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”

“That’s because you didn’t.” He smirked at me.

“Adam, what the f*ck do you want? Just say whatever it is you came here to say, and then get out.” Yeah, Bitch Amber was in full-on bitch mode tonight. He deserved nothing less.

The smirk slipped from his lips, but instead of answering me, he turned away and looked around my dorm room. I stepped away from the door so that I could watch him.

His gaze landed on my side of the room. “I’m betting this is your side.” He glanced over at me.

“What gave it away?” I didn’t even try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

“Well, the other side is decorated with rap posters, and the lamp is shaped like a unicorn. This side has Seether and Korn posters hanging up, and for some reason, I don’t see you collecting unicorn shit.”

I shrugged. “I like rock and heavy metal music. That should be pretty obvious, even to someone who barely knows me—like you.”

He winced, understanding the double meaning. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said the other night. I had no right.”

“Your apology would mean so much more if you weren’t apologizing for calling me a whore.”

He sighed as he dropped down onto my bed. I pretended not to care that Adam was on my bed.

“I knew you weren’t going to make this easy.”

“Why would I? You sure as hell didn’t make Sunday night easy for me.”

“Because I was an *, and I know it. Look, I don’t apologize—ever. So, the fact that I’m here should count for something.”

I snorted. “I don’t know what you want from me, Adam. You apologized. Great. It doesn’t mean anything though. Nothing you say or do can make up for it. You really hurt me.”

“I didn’t mean to. I was just surprised. I never took you for—”

“What? A whore?” I spit out.

He shook his head. “You’re not a goddamn whore. I never thought you were. I was just angry with you, and I said stupid shit because of it. I knew you weren’t completely innocent since you slept with me, but I didn’t think you’d be one of those women who slept around.”

“Sleeping with three guys is sleeping around now? Good to know,” I muttered. “How many women have you slept with, Adam? Let’s total them up, so we can decide what to classify you as. Obviously, whore is too weak of a word when it comes to you. We’ll have to get creative.”

He stood so abruptly that I took a step back. He stepped closer to me until he had me pinned against the door.

“Nothing I say is coming out right. What I said to you was inexcusable. I know that, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. For the past three days, I’ve thought about you constantly. It’s bullshit, Amber. I can’t get you out of my f*cking head. I hate it. I couldn’t leave things the way they were. I thought that if I came over and apologized, then maybe I’d finally be able to leave you alone. Now that I’m here with you, I know it’s going to be f*cking impossible. With you this close, the only thing I can think about is stripping you out of those jeans and f*cking you so hard that you won’t be able to stand for a week. My dick is constantly hard when you’re around, and it f*cking pisses me off.”

My eyes widened as he finished his speech. I was pretty sure it had nearly killed him to say that to me. Admitting that he thought about me was a weakness, and Adam didn’t seem like the type of guy to have weaknesses.

“What do you want me to say to that?” I finally asked.

He growled at me. He literally growled. “I want you to say that you forgive me. Then, I want you to tell me to f*ck you until I make you scream so loud that your entire dorm hears you.”

He pressed his body up against mine, and I felt just how hard he was. A whimper escaped me as my body responded to what he wanted. I cursed myself for being so damn weak around him. He’d hurt me when he called me a whore. If I had any self-respect at all, I would shove him away and demand that he leave.

All I could do was stare at him. His chest was heaving, his breath hot against my face. He was so close to me that I felt like our bodies might mesh together at any moment.