Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(58)

Hoping to drive him insane.

His eyes were dark, really dark, not the blue she loved, and he was breathing heavily, but she didn’t know if that was because of her or the girl. She watched as his hands gripped the girl’s thighs, and he whispered something into her ear. She shot him a smirk before turning to take his hand in hers. Reese watched as she dragged him off the floor to the side door of the club. When the door shut, Reese exhales a breath as her shoulders fell.

He left with her.

Anger coursed through her veins as her eyes stayed glued to the door they went out. Dean was busy making love to her ass, while all she could do was fume about the fact that he left. With her! Had he been sleeping around since they parted? Why did she care? She broke it off with him; she lied and made it seem like he didn’t matter. She was the one at fault here. Why was she so mad? Why was she allowing this jealousy to eat at her like this?

There was no explanation but damn it, she was.

Breaking away from Dean, she headed for the door. For what, she didn’t know, but she needed to tell Phillip that he was an *. Yes, that was what she needed to do. Stomping through the club, she reached the side door and pushed it opened, her blood boiling and her body ready for a fight, but she paused when she saw Phillip leaning against the wall, his phone in his hands.

Alone.

The girl wasn’t on her knees in front of him or even bent over with her ass in the air. She was nowhere to be seen.

Confused, Reese yelled, “What the hell?”

Phillip looked over at her and stood up, his face scrunching together. “What the hell, what?”

“Where is the girl?’

“Why does it matter?”

“Because it does! I saw y’all leave together!”

“And? Why are you following me?”

That made her pause, and the silence stretched between them. A sly grin crossed his face as he took a step towards her. “Why did you follow me, Reese? I have a horsefly dick remember, and also, I’m not good enough for you to give up all the other dicks in the world.”

“I followed you to tell you you’re an *!” she yelled, her body shaking in awareness of how close he was getting.

“Yeah, I can be,” he said, his eyes glued to hers, like a lion watching his prey. His body was taut, his breathing heavy, and she was convinced that he was going to attack her at any moment.

And she knew she wouldn’t stop him.

“You called me a slut!” she yelled, poking him in the chest with her finger. He laced his fingers with hers, pushing her hand up against the wall as his eyes held hers.

“Because you said my dick is small and we both know it’s not, that it does keep you interested, and rocks your f*cking world, but you’ll never admit that, will you? Instead, you push me away when I give you everything, and for what? Some random dude that won’t treat you the way I will.”

“I don’t care how they treat me as long as they f*ck me good. You, on the other hand, want things I don’t want. I just want to have fun.”

“No, you want to control this. You want to f*ck and dump, not try for something that could actually make you happy. I was getting too close, I was finding cracks in your walls, and because of that, you flipped and pushed me away.”

This guy was nuts. That was not the reason. She pushed him away because she didn’t want those things. She didn’t want to be in a relationship; she wanted to have fun. She was out there to tell him that but, instead, she was getting lost in his eyes. Her hand squeezed his as her other hand shook, wanting to touch him, but then she remembered that he was an * and went to push him away. All it did was push her against the cold cement, then his body was trapping hers, and it felt so good. So f*cking good.

“There are no cracks in my walls,” she whispered.

Phillips eyes never left hers, his mouth only a breath away. “If you say so.”

“I don’t like you,” she said, but she knew her body and eyes told him differently.

A grin turned up his lips before he nodded. “Yeah, you do. A lot.”

Before she could tell him he was insane, his mouth was moving with hers, hard. She melted into him, her heart pounding against her ribs, as he pushed himself into her. Oh, he was hard, deliciously hard, everywhere, and oh, how she missed that. He let her hand go, running his hands down her body before squeezing her thighs, making her moan and also proving that, yeah, she did like him. Moving her hands under his shirt, she raked her nails over his muscles, his warm skin, as he nibbled at her mouth. She wanted to be mad that he saw through her, but his mouth could honestly turn a nun into a sinner. His kisses were urgent, rough, demanding, and she had no complaints as she kissed him back with a blazing hot need. Picking her up, he slammed her against the wall, nibbling down her chin, sucking at her neck as his hands traveled up her thighs into her skirt.

She let out a soft moan as his fingers tickled the bottom of her ass before cupping her dripping wet *. She moaned out, a little cold air cloud around her mouth, but then he stopped and pulled out from her neck to look into her face.

“Mmm,” he said, dipping his finger inside her. “You naughty girl, where are your underwear?”

She shrugged her shoulders. His eyes were full of lust, his mouth parted, swollen, and his jaw was taut, as if he was about to lose it at any moment. “You can’t wear underwear with this dress.”