Tamed (Torn #5)(43)

“You’re wrong. We don’t feel anything for each other.”

She laughed, but it was cold. “Keep telling yourself that.”

I pulled my arm from her grasp. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I started up the steps, but I stopped when she called out my name.

“Amber?”

I looked back at her. “What?”

“We leave in the morning. It’ll be a while before you see him again. Tonight is your only chance to fix this.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned and continued up the steps. When I reached the top, cold dread settled over me. With every step I took down the hallway, the feeling grew worse. By the time I stopped in front of my bedroom, my entire body was screaming at me to run away. I had no idea how Adam would act when I walked into that room. I doubted if tonight would end well.

I took a deep breath to settle my nerves before quietly opening the door. I slipped into the dark room and closed the door behind me. The only light in the room was from the moon. It shone brightly in the sky, letting small fragments of light slip through the window. I slowly walked toward the bed, my eyes on Adam. All I could see was the outline of his body under the covers. I stopped next to the bed, my eyes never leaving his sleeping form. Now that I was closer, I could make out the shadows of his jaw and the way his hair fell over his forehead.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again. This wasn’t what I’d expected to find. I thought that he’d be up, waiting on me. Instead of feeling relieved, the pressure in my chest tightened. I had no idea what to think.

After a moment of standing there, watching him sleep like a creeper, I turned and opened one of the dresser drawers. I pulled out a pair of underwear and a nightshirt. After pulling my bikini off, I pulled my nightclothes on and walked back over to the bed. I slid under the sheets, careful not to wake Adam. I stared up at the ceiling for a while, listening to the deep rhythmic breaths he released, until sleep finally pulled me under.





Something woke me. I wasn’t sure what, but my whole body was tense. I slowly opened my eyes, noticing that more light was filling the room now. It was still semi-dark in the room, but I knew it would be dawn soon. I turned my head and looked over to where Adam was sleeping. My eyes widened when they landed on him. He wasn’t sleeping at all. He was staring at me, no trace of sleep in his eyes, but there was something else in them. I was afraid to look too closely to know what it was.

“Morning,” I croaked, my voice thick with sleep.

He didn’t say anything at all. He just kept staring at me. We watched each other for another minute before I looked away.

I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or hurt or if he even cared at all. Yesterday, I had been so sure that I saw pain in his eyes, but it definitely wasn’t there now.

My eyes moved back to him as he moved closer. He stopped when our bodies were mere inches apart. As he looked down at me, his eyes hardened. I gulped, truly terrified of what he would say when he finally decided to speak to me.

He lowered his head, ran the tip of his nose down my cheek, and burrowed it in my neck. He exhaled sharply before pulling away.

“You smell like him—still,” he said.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You. Smell. Like. Him.” His eyes narrowed. “Jordan.”

“Oh.”

He looked away finally, but I saw the way his hands clenched into fists against the sheets.

“Adam…” I said, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

His gaze found mine again, his eyes still cold. “I’m not sure what pisses me off more—the fact that you f*cked someone else while I watched or the fact that it actually pissed me off to see you with another man’s cock inside you.”

I looked away, but that didn’t stop him from speaking.

“I think it’s the latter. Jesus, Amber. I’ve never wanted to beat the f*ck out of someone like I did yesterday. He was inside you, and he got you off. I heard you cry out when he made you come.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I said quietly.

“I want to know why you went to him instead of me if you wanted to f*ck. I was right there. I saw you leave the pool to go find him.” His voice was deadly calm.

I didn’t dare look at him as I spoke, “He offered.”

“And you felt the need to take him up on it?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

God, he was saying so much, but at the same time, it was nothing at all. His voice, the tightness of his body, his eyes—they all told me he was angry. He cared about me. He could lie all he wanted, but he cared. If he didn’t, Jordan and I being together wouldn’t affect him this way.

“Why not?” he repeated. “Why the f*ck not? Because I was right f*cking there, Amber. If I’d known you wanted to f*ck, I would’ve taken you up here and shoved my cock inside you. You didn’t have to find some other guy to do it.”

“Why does it matter to you so much, Adam? I heard you loud and clear the other day. We’re not anything. We f*ck, and that’s it. You f*ck other women, and you told me that you didn’t care if I f*cked other men. Those were your words, not mine. It shouldn’t bother you that I was with him.”