Veils of Rivalry
Chapter 47
It’s easy to ignore her sickly perfume and squealing whimpers when every snap of my hips knocks another pawn off his board.
I’m hunting his fucking queen.
“Moan for me, Mia,” I growl in her ear, pinching her nipple. “Let my brother hear how good my dick feels. How you love it tearing through your cunt.”
She stiffens, but soon melts into my touch, and I slip my hand from her top to play with her clit. I’ve barely grazed her slick pussy lips, when I’m wrenched away and punched in the face. Collapsing to the floor, I laugh like a fucking maniac. “You’re so predictable.”
Cole glares at me and my still hard, slick dick. I push up onto my elbows and smirk at him while Mia hurries to pull her pants back up. She flees the room, mumbling apologies.
“Why so angry?” I taunt.
My dick pulses against my T–shirt. There’s a wet patch on the navy fabric. Cole grinds his teeth as he stares at it. He pulls on his short hair before kicking me hard enough to make me double over and choke out a strangled laugh.
“Fuck!” I cough, cradling my stomach. “That hurt.”
I’m finally alive again. Alive in ways I’ve never been. So what if I have to hurt him to taste freedom from the suffocating darkness?
It’s worth it.
He is worth it.
“You can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, huh?”
“What’s the problem? Don’t you like it when I fuck my own girlfriend? Maybe I should fuck yours instead. Oh…that’s right, you broke up with her.”
Cole grabs my hair and knees me in the head.
I laugh even harder. My nose is busted. I swipe my hand through the pouring blood before collapsing onto my back, tasting iron at the back of my mouth. “Feel better yet?”
Walking past me, he plops onto the bed, shoulders slumped. He puts his elbows on his thighs and drags his fingers through his hair.
I frown as I sit up and wipe more blood from beneath my nose. It’s everywhere, coating my arm and soaking the front of my T–shirt.
“Why are you trying to piss me off?” he asks, tugging on the strands
I glance at him. “What makes you say that?”
“Why the fuck are you doing this?” As he lowers his hands, he levels me with a look that cracks my heart wide open. “Why are you putting on a show?” He motions to where I fucked Mia not five minutes ago, and I look over as though I’ll see what he saw.
“You think me fucking my girlfriend was a show?”
.“Wasn’t it?” His voice crackles. “Everything you do is a show. The gi friend. Your grades. Your friends. Football.” He glances away, fisting his hand, and then he looks back at me. “What’s real, Blaise?!
My heart clenches tight, and I look past him at the snowflakes outside. “I don’t know.” An inch of snow lines the bottom of the
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window, but it’s warm in here: Warm and safe in a way I only ever feel when Cole is around. I can’t place the ache in my chest.
“I broke up with her because I can’t pretend with her anymore. My feelings are just…nonexistent.”
When I look back at him, the ache in my chest burns brighter. I want to crawl closer, but I stay rooted to the floor. My dick is still out, flaccid, but Cole never looks down. His eyes search my face, offering me a rare glimpse behind the anger that’s always close to the surface. Beneath it hides a depth I doubt many have witnessed before. It’s both intriguing and scary as fuck. I realize, as he breaks eye contact to look out the window, that I want him to trust me.
“I don’t do feelings either,” I admit, trying to explain something I struggle to comprehend myself.
