Breaking the Wrong (41 page)

Without hesitation, I tell him truth.
“I don’t like Sebastian!” I shout. “I love you!”

After those words, neither one of us says anything. My arms shake at my sides and Macsen stares at me with wide eyes.

But I think those words were all he needed to hear because it only takes a few seconds before he lunges for me.

This time I don’t move
away. This time I grab on tightly to his shoulders when he kisses me roughly. His kiss is filled with anger and he makes no attempt to be gentle. I gasp into his mouth and quickly wrap my legs around his waist. My fingers curl around the strands of his hair. I yank hard and his hat falls to the ground.

My tongue slides against his
and I angle my head to the side, trying to show him just how much I’ve missed him. Our kiss is frantic and angry and filled with more intensity than the two of us have ever felt. A moan escapes my mouth as I kiss him deeper. I can’t get enough of him.

When Macsen pushes himself away, I know he’s feeling the same thing
.
But now that I have his arms wrapped around me again, I don’t want him to walk away. My fingers dig into his shoulders a
s
I grind against him and a strangled noise comes from the back of his throat.

Macsen rips himself away and my feet touch the ground. I pant as he backs away. I need more from him and he’s taking way too much time.

I don’t have to worry any longer. In a hurry he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants, letting them hang low on his hips. I don’t get to appreciate the view. His body is pressed against me instantly. My breath is stolen from me as he seals his lips tightly over mine. He walks me toward the edge of the bed and his hands tug and pull on my sweater. It tears and buttons fall off, and I feel only a second of remorse that Severine’s sweater is ruined. I love this desperate, intense side of Macsen.

The material hangs from my body and I quickly push it away and breathe deep when Macsen touches the s
well of my breast. My nipples instantly tighten. “I like this,” he whispers gruffly. “Did you wear this for me?”

Mutely, I nod my head. My chest rises as he hooks a finger under the material and it gives away. It’s another article of clothing that’s ruined.

I stumble back onto my bed on my stomach. I take deep breaths and when I feel Macsen’s hands slide up my thighs, I gasp. His hands are frantic as he tugs my jeans and underwear down my legs. And when his hands touch the bare skin of my legs, I whimper.

He moves his hands higher and higher and my breathing becomes erratic. I feel his large hand caress my
ass before he slips a hand in between my legs and rubs his thumb where I’m aching to be touched. Heat pools in where he strokes his finger against me. He stops touching me only to slip a finger inside me. My eyes close and my mouth forms a perfect O from the pleasure he’s giving me. His body covers mine and I feel his erection pressing against me.

I groan loudly.

Impatiently, I wait for him to enter, but he pulls himself up and I feel his lips touch my shoulder. My body jumps and he kisses and nips his way down my spine as his hands outline the curves my body.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he murmurs against my spine.

His words excite me. My body arches underneath his hands. I feel his teeth graze my skin as he smiles.

He moves back over me
and positions himself between my legs. Excitement and fear course through me because I’ve never been in this position. But I don’t want to pull away. I want to see what Macsen can make me feel.

“Hurry,” I pant out.

Macsen chokes out a laugh. “Spread your legs,” he demands. Immediately, I push my knees further apart.
In the next second, he slowly fills me.

My knees almost buckle out from under me and I bite hard on my lip to keep myself from groaning. It’s been way too long since he’s touched me and now that he’s inside me, I give myself only a few seconds before I orgasm.

He
groans deeply in relief and rests his forehead on my shoulder before he pulls out slowly, only to rock back into me.

My hands blindly reach for leverage, and Macsen laces his fingers with mine and he extends his arms. They go further than mine and with just his arms
, he drags me across the bed. My hands are at the edge of the bed and I’m practically kneeling with my ass in the air.

He pushes deeper into me and I hear Macsen hiss.

My hands slam on the mattress and my head briefly rests against the mattress as I grip my sheets. He moves in and out of me slowly and it’s agony. “Oh, God,” I moan.

Macsen’s hand curves around my neck and he angles it so he can whisper in my ear. “I want you to watch.”

My head shoots up and my hair falls around me as I look at the full-length mirror in front of me. The reflection shows my flushed cheeks. Macsen’s hands are on my hips as he moves inside of me. Sweat gathers on his tan skin, and the muscles in his neck are strained as he moves quicker. A smile of triumph is on his face as he watches me and I know he realizes that he’ll be the only one to see me this way.

I find his pace as I watch the two of us in the mirror. I can’t look away. My body starts to burn and tin
gle, and my arms start to shake. My blood roars in my ears as I clench myself tighter around him, and his body jerks against mine.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“Macsen!” I cry out his name as I climax around him.

His palms touch my stomach and drift higher to cup my breast.
And even with my body relaxed, I lift one hand away from the bed, and keep his hands on my breast. His hands knead and caress my breast and I moan softly. My eyes are still fixated on the mirror. I watch Macsen’s body move faster. His hands drift away from my breast and land on my hips. He starts to control all our movements. His eyes shut and he throws his head back just as his large body shudders against mine as he comes.

For
the longest second, all that I can hear is the sound of our breathing. My arms give out and I relax my body, stretching like a cat. Macsen lies down next to me and drags me toward him until we’re chest to back.

“You feel so good,” he
murmurs. “I love the way you feel.” His heart is pounding against my back but I barely feel it. It’s his words I feel the most.

He repeats his words over and over, until his heart rate slows and he starts to relax. Macsen sighs deeply and kisses my shoulder. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers. My eyes
slam shut tightly.

I want him to miss
me right now, tomorrow and every single day of his life. I want every day that he’s not around me to be the agony that I feel. But I know what he’s telling me isn’t for my ears. He’s spilling his thoughts out tonight. Tomorrow will be a different story.

He makes slow strokes up and down my arm as I stare blindly at the clock on Severine’s side of the room. I love being held in his arms,
it makes me feel safe. He cures my stress and sadness, and all I feel is relief.

I would like to
hope that everything between us is okay, but I can’t.

He loves me and needs me. But I don’t think Macsen realizes that.

Or maybe he does.

Maybe that’s why he’s fighting so hard.

MACSEN

I stay in Emilia’s bed until the morning. Four times I try to get up and walk away. But she stirs and I take that as my excuse to stay.

At eight, the sun is fully up and shining into her room. 

Emilia is gone to the world. She curls close to me, with her face practically buried in the pillow. She’s wearing my undershirt and I know underneath the sheets it hangs from her body. Her long hair is laid out on the pillow. With the sun shining onto her hair, some of her strands look golden and red. I’ve never seen it so bright. I waste the next thirty minutes just looking at her, and I finally pull myself away.

When I get dressed I look down at her torn green bra and her ripped up black sweater. Cringing, I pick them up and drape them over her chair. I go back to her, and treat her like she’s still mine and kiss her on the head.

I put on my sunglasses when I walk to my truck. It looks like a four-year-old parked it for me. The drive to my apartment is silent. I have a headache that pounds between my temples. It’s the only reminder that I got drunk last night. But no matter how wasted I was,
I still remember everything I did with Emilia. I’m assaulted with images of the two of us. Parking the truck, I pull the keys out of the ignition and rest my head against the steering wheel. It was a good idea last night to go to her dorm room, but I know that I have made everything even more complicated between us.

I walk into my apartment and it’s completely trashed.
I’m met with beer bottles, red cups and ashtrays everywhere. Empty bottles of Jim Beam, Vodka and Soju are on the counter and I cringe at how much of that I drank myself.

Everything is quiet and I walk slowly to the bathroom and turn on the water
. I leave it on cold and immediately start to undress. My shirt drops to the floor, my jeans and boxers follow.

“Shi
t,” I hiss out when the cold water touches my skin. After a few minutes, I get used to the temperature and my body starts to slowly relax. I wash my body and hair. The whole time I think of Emilia.

I rest my head against the tiled wall and try to catch my breath because I want to go back to her. My eyes squeeze shut. I’m an asshole for leaving her without saying anything. Last night went too far. She drove me crazy when she danced with Sebastian
, and in return, I did the same by showing up at her room, drunker than I’ve ever been.

But when she left the par
ty, everything fizzled. The redhead that I was so anxious to use became annoying. And after that, anytime I thought of Emilia, I took a shot.

It was the world’s easiest game, and I was the champion.

Think of Emilia, take a shot. Think of Emilia, take a shot.

After my tenth shot
, everything became dull. The edge was taken off, but Emilia was still on my mind.

I tried to kiss the
nameless girl. I knew right then that I could have fucked her, but when she was inches away from my face, I lurched back from her like she was poison.

Whatever I did in those few seconds could change everything for Emilia and
me. And pissed or not, I’ve made enough mistakes in my past to learn from them.

I got the hell out of there.

My dumb ass got into my truck completely drunk and I drove to Emilia’s dorm.

Everything went to hell after that. I’ve made it all worse now for myself because Emilia has crawled
even further underneath my skin. She refuses to leave and I can’t get over her.

I get dressed and walk down the hall. Voices come from the kitchen. I stand in the kitchen doorway just as Chris slams his hand on the counter and groan
s. “What’s up, you fucking party animal?” he practically yells.

Ignoring him, I walk over to the kitchen island. “God, what’s the smell?”

Thayer shakes a McDonald’s bag. “We were hungry.”

“Why are you guys up so early?”

Chris tears off the wrapping of his Egg McMuffin and takes a big bite. “Thayer dragged my ass to the gym.”

Leaning against the counter, Thayer looks at me. “So where did you go last night?”

“Ashley was looking for you,” Chris says meaningfully.

I r
ub my forehead. “That’s the redhead?”

Thayer nods his head slowly. “Yep.”

“Fuck.” I drag my hands through my wet hair and sit down at the kitchen island.

“Did you go to Emilia’s?” my brother asks quietly.

My back becomes ridged. “Yes,” I reply with an edge.

Thayer digs through the McDonald’s bag and looks over at me with raised brows. “Even after your little fight in the parking lot?”

“Even after that.”

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I like
d her little dance,” Chris comments with a smile.

Glancing over at him, I glare. “Shut up.”

Chris ignores me and rests his elbows on the counter. “Did you see her outfit, Thayer?”

Cautiously, Thayer nods his head and drinks from his water. “I did.”

“Don’t goad me, Chris,” I warn. That’s exactly what he’s doing. He knows it. I know it. But my foot still taps against the chair with anger. I am seconds away from shooting across the countertop and tackling him.

“I think Rapunzel should wear something like
that every day. Her tits were-”

I can’t help it. My hand shoots out before I can think, and I grab Chris’s shirt, dragging him across the counter. “Why do you have to be such a dick?” I yell.

Chris laughs and shoves me back.  “Guys who
just
fuck a girl never, never react like that. You weren’t just fucking her, dude.”

Sitting back in my chair, I take a deep breath. “Did I ask what you think?”