Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(29)
Oh no, no way in hell was he going to get away with this!
“Don’t even,” I snarled. “Don’t you dare think any of this has to do with you!”
But Cage, being Cage, ignored me.
“You’re still feelin’ me, Teacup, and you’re still pissed that I f*ckin’ stiffed you all those years ago, ain’t you?”
“No!” I snapped. “I don’t give a shit about you!”
Cage stared down at me, his brown eyes shifting as his gaze swept over every inch of my face. I stared up at him, feeling all of it. Every horrible, rotten, piece-of-shit feeling that came with being around Cage.
“No?” Smiling bitterly, his face suddenly dropped and his lips brushed across mine.
It felt like a sucker punch to my chest. Quick, swift, painful, and utterly unfair. My walls, the same ones that had taken long, painstaking years to erect, fell instantly, and like paper, listlessly floated to the ground.
What? I couldn’t…even…think…straight. Not when he was holding me like this. I could only stand there and shudder through the feelings, the too much of it, the too little of it, all of it, all of him…too close to me, too far away. Never enough.
“You wanna test that theory, you crazy f*ckin’ bitch?”
He was already tilting my head to give him better access. I f*cking knew that if he kissed me, I would cave completely and end up kissing him back.
“You want me,” he growled.
I shook my head wildly. “No,” I said breathlessly. “No!”
His hand slid from my cheek, straight down over the top of my breast, and landed on my side.
“Yeah,” he growled softly as his right hand slid even lower. “Yeah, Teacup, you do.”
In a moment of sheer panic, just as Cage’s lips met mine, I acted fast, ducking, pushing, and spinning all at the same time, effectively dislodging myself from him.
“You f*cking *!” I screamed and out of pure frustration, both emotional and sexual, I swung. My backpack flew across the foyer, hitting Cage square in the face. He caught it as it fell, whipped it to his right, and glared at me, nostrils flaring.
Realizing what I’d done, not knowing how he was going to react, I panicked. Whirling around, I ran in the opposite direction, back through the living room, the family room, then yanked open the screen door and fled into the darkness.
I didn’t have my backpack, meaning I didn’t have my cell phone or my mom’s car keys. Which also meant I had no means of transportation or way to call for any, and if I kept running aimlessly, I would more than likely soon be lost in the wilds of Montana.
Just as I was considering either slowing down to get a good look at my surroundings or just giving up my race to nowhere entirely, I heard the distinct sound of heavy, booted footsteps pounding the hard ground behind me.
“Why won’t you just f*ck off!” I screamed, coming to a halting stop and spinning around.
Cage came skidding to a stop and nearly lost his balance trying to avoid crashing into me.
“Tegen,” he growled. “Stop your f*ckin’ shit, right the motherf*ck now.”
“Go away!” I demanded.
His chest expanded as his nostrils flared and he looked so much like his father, only not as hard, his features were softer, his eyes not as cold. His arm lifted, he took a step forward, and I scrambled backward.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned.
“Fuck that,” he growled and his arm shot out, his hand closing around my forearm. He yanked me forward, bringing me flush against him, holding tight to me much the same way he had indoors, and tighter still until I had no choice but to look up at him. “You’re goin’ to shut the f*ck up for once and do as you’re told.”
Oh God…no.
No.
Hell no.
Why wouldn’t he stop touching me? I couldn’t think straight when he touched me.
“How many times have I gotta apologize for somethin’ I don’t even f*ckin’ remember?” he continued. “You really gonna stay mad at me forever?”
Yes!
“Yes!”
“Why?” he yelled. “You still love me, Teacup? Still waitin’ on me, babe?”
Rage, white-hot, bubbled up inside of me and strength born from anger gave me enough momentum to wrench free from his grip. As he reached for me, I screamed at the top of my lungs, my arm flew forward, and the palm of my hand cracked across his face. Cage froze, just went completely still, and stared at me.
“You think I love you?” I spat, slapping my palms against his chest and, with every bit of strength I had, shoving him backward. “I f*cking hate you! Being with you was the worst thing that ever happened to me! It was that f*cking awful. You were so pathetic, I barely even felt you inside of me, your cock is so small. You only lasted two f*cking seconds, and you have the nerve to think I LOVE YOU? You disgust me! You are the most worthless piece of shit to ever walk the planet and I f*cking hate you!”
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When he’d left the dining room to run after Tegen, it had been for two reasons: one, to save her from the wrath of his father, and two, because the crazy bitch had made every single kid at the table burst into tears. She needed to know that shit wasn’t right, her behavior was f*cked-up, that she couldn’t just continue to badmouth everyone associated with the club.