Tamed (Torn #5)(65)

“Bullshit. You’re at my party. I don’t want you here.”

“And I don’t give a f*ck what you want.” I shoved at his chest.

It felt so good to push him that I did it again. Then, I hit his chest with my fist. I reared back to hit him again, but I lost my balance and fell on my ass. It was not my finest moment.

His legs came into view though, so I did the only thing that would make me feel better. I kicked him. He cursed as he toppled over next to me.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” he snarled at me.

I kicked him again just because I felt like it. “And proud of it.”

He glared at me. I glared at him. Epic drunk-glaring ensued, neither of us backing down.

Then, the f*cker did something I never thought he’d do again. He kissed me. In one swift move, his body covered me as his lips sought mine. I fought him at first, but that didn’t last long. As soon as I felt his erection pressed against my stomach, I caved. I blamed the alcohol.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue diving into my mouth. I bit down on it, and he moaned as he thrust his hips against me. I went from pissed to unbearably turned-on in two seconds flat. I let out the most desperate moaning sound I’d ever heard as I reached up and dug my fingers into his back.

He shoved my bikini top aside and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned as the wet heat of his mouth overloaded my senses. He swirled his tongue around my nipple before biting down on it.

“I hate you,” I mumbled when he released it.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he said as he undid the ties on my bikini bottom.

Once they were free, he tossed it aside and jerked his swim trunks down his hips. In one swift move, he entered me. I groaned again, my nails digging deeper into his skin. He thrust his hips forward hard enough that my body moved up the beach a few inches. He cursed as he grabbed my hips to hold me in place. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tilted my hips so that he could penetrate deeper.

“Goddamn,” he said through gritted teeth as he f*cked me harder. “I’ve waited for this for so f*cking long.”

His breathing was ragged as he fought for control. Far too soon for my liking, I felt him explode inside me. He never stopped though. He continued to thrust into me as his fingers found my clit. I cried out as I came, his touch breaking my control.

Once we both finished, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. His eyes shut, and within seconds, he was passed out. I sat up and adjusted my top. I spotted my bottoms a few feet away and snatched them up. I fought to tie the strings. Once they were in place, I moved over to him and pulled his trunks back up, giggling as I fought them. I’d never thought I’d see the day when I was actually trying to dress Adam.

I dropped down next to him and curled up with my head on his shoulder. Then, I passed out.



When I woke up, I was very much aware of four things—besides the fact that my head felt like it was going to split open. I could feel sand biting into my cheek, the sun beating down on me, an arm wrapped around me, and last but definitely not least, a very thick erection pressed against my ass.

I slowly forced my body to turn over to see who was behind me. Despite being drunk off my ass last night, I already knew, but I needed to see it with my own eyes. As I turned, Adam let out a low moan. My stomach clenched when I saw that it really was him. I’d almost thought that last night was a dream.

I watched him, taking in every inch of him. It hurt to be this close to him, knowing how much he hated me, but I couldn’t bring myself to move away. Instead, I watched him as he slept.

After a few minutes, his eyes slid open. He stared at me, a faint smile curving his lips. I held my breath as I watched him. Did I dare hope that smile meant more?

Of course it didn’t. In a split second, the smile disappeared as he ripped his body away from mine. I closed my eyes briefly, willing myself strength. I knew I’d need it.

“What the f*ck?” he shouted. He was now standing, glaring down at me.

I groaned. “Will you shut up or at least talk quieter? I have a headache from hell.”

“I told you to stay away from me, not sneak up on me for a cuddle when I passed out,” he said angrily, lowering his voice.

“Um, excuse me?” I sat up angrily. My head and stomach didn’t appreciate that at all, but I gritted my teeth and stood up. I stepped closer to him and poked my finger into his hard chest. “You were the one who hunted me down when I went to take a piss break!”

“Bullshit!” he said, but he didn’t sound as angry.

“Believe what you want. You were the one who cornered me and—”

His face hardened. “And what?”

I gave him the cruelest smile I could manage. “And f*cked me like the whore I am.”

He opened his mouth to say something as an emotion, maybe regret, covered his features, but a voice calling my name in the distance cut him off. I looked over to see Chloe and Drake approaching us.

“Last night was a f*cking mistake. As far as I’m concerned, it never happened,” Adam growled just before they reached us.

“There you are. We woke up, and you were gone.” Chloe glanced at Adam. “Um…are you guys okay?”

I forced a smile onto my face. “We’re fine. Just catching up on how much we hate each other.” I looped my arm through Chloe’s and started dragging her away from Adam. “Are we heading back to your place?”