Rock With Me(21)

“What’s up with the ice queen act?” His voice is stone hard now. Anger is good. I can work with anger.

“This is just who I am, Leo.” I smirk and turn away and he stomps after me.

Just leave!

“Bullshit.” He grabs my arm and spins me around to face him. “Talk to me.”

“What is there to say?” I pull my arm out of his grip and back away from him. The more distance the better. “Last night was a one time deal, Leo.”

“What?” He frowns at me, not believing what I’m telling him.

“Did you think we were starting a relationship?” I smirk at him. “You don’t do relationships, remember?”

“You’re pissing me off, Samantha.” His hands ball into fists at his sides and his eyes are shooting daggers at me and I have to mentally square my shoulders to keep from sinking to the floor.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” I wave him off like he doesn’t matter. “You knew the score. It was just sex. Really good sex,” I concede, “But just sex. I finally f*cked a rock star. Thanks.”

I wink at him and quickly turn away so he can’t see how badly it hurts to talk to him like this, to put that hurt his is amazing gray eyes. I pull a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pop off the stopper in the neck, but am suddenly spun around to face him. His eyes are feral, his breath coming in harsh pants, and his hands are gripping my shoulders hard.

“You wanna f*ck a rock star, sugar?” Before I can react, he plunges his fingers in my hair and pulls me to him. He kisses me hard, demanding me to open my lips and accept his tongue. He licks and sucks my mouth, bites my lips, and takes some more, and I push on his chest, trying to shove him away, but he holds firm. His hands slide down to cup my face and he pins me with my back against the fridge.

“I didn’t f*ck you last night,” he growls. “But I’ll sure as hell f*ck you now.”

He attacks my mouth with more violence than before, yanks my button down shirt apart, scattering the buttons around the room, and pulls it down my arms and tosses it onto the floor. He unfastens my jeans and peels them down to my knees, spins me around the kitchen until I’m bent over the island and gasps when he sees my underwear.

I’m wearing black lace underwear with ruffles on the ass, and he deftly rips them into two pieces and tosses them aside.

“What the f*ck? Those were brand new!”

“I don’t give a shit. They were in my way.”

“You’d better have a condom on you; I don’t know where your dick has been,” I bite out, deliberately trying to hurt him, and I know I hit the target square on when he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

I hear him rip open a foil packet, and the next thing I know, he grips my hair hard in one fist and pushes my face down to the counter top, spanks my right cheek, hard, and plunges inside me, all the way.

He spanks me again and then grips my hip, bruising me, and does exactly what he promised. He f*cks me.

Hard.

Angry.

Hurt.

And I hate myself for loving the way he feels inside me. For being so damn wet and ready for him that had I not already been sore from him earlier, it wouldn’t have hurt me.

But, oh God, it does hurt.

He releases my hair to grip my other hip and pumps himself into me, growling, as he comes, shuddering behind me.

He pulls out, yanks off the condom and tosses it into the trash, zips up and stands behind me, panting.

I can’t look at him. I’m so ashamed, and I just want him to go.

“Now you’ve f*cked a rock star. How do you feel?”

“Like everyone else you f*ck. Used and ready for you to leave,” I respond without looking at him.

“Jesus,” he whispers, and I hear him scrub his hands over his face. “Stand up.”

“Go away, Leo.”

“Sam…”

“Go away,” I whisper and lean my forehead on the countertop. I will not look at him. I will not talk to him.

If I do, I’ll beg him to stay and forgive me, and it’s just better if he hates me.

After a long minute, he sighs and walks to the door. I don’t look up when I hear the door open, or for a few long minutes after it closes.

I just stay here, leaning against the counter top and let the tears come.





Chapter Six


Leo



I shouldn’t have left her.