Chapter 3

He infuriated me and turned me on all at once.

The way my name sounded when he said it and how his gaze roamed my body was unlike anything I'd experienced before. He looked at me like I was literally good enough to eat.

When he said he wanted my legs wrapped around his head, I should've been disgusted. Instead, I felt my panties soak through with arousal. I'd called him a pig, but it was just to get a rise out of him. I loved watching his eyes darken and that sexy grin spread across his lips. After all these years, he'd finally noticed me, and the few words we'd exchanged had been everything I'd always dreamed about.

Until he touched me without my permission. He thought I wouldn't put up a fight or stop him, that I was too shy, but he'd been wrong. The evidence was in his eyes when I'd grabbed and twisted his arm; he'd been shocked by my actions.

It wasn't that I didn't like his touch; it was the exact opposite. I loved it. I craved it now. But I could tell he needed rules and to be put in his place. If I gave him an inch, he'd take a mile. Thankfully, my dad taught me how to protect myself well over the years.

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It'd been a little over an hour since the run-in with Edward when there was a knock on my door. I stretched up on my tiptoes to look through the peephole, only to find him on the other side. I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair while I contemplated for a moment whether to open the door or not. I wasn't sure I was up for another battle with him just yet. But, after running into him only a handful of times, I was already weak where he was concerned. I sighed to myself as I cracked open the door.

"What, Edward?" I snapped.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"You're right. You shouldn't have. What the hell is your problem, anyway? Do you make it a habit of going around saying lewd things and touching random girls' asses?"

"No, that's just for you." There was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

I glared at him. "Just me? How'd I ever get so lucky?"

He sighed heavily, looking anywhere but directly at me. "I really am sorry. I was out of line."

"You're right, you were. Don't do it again. At least, not without asking first." Typically, I was a quiet person. I kept to myself and didn't feel the need to argue often. Whenever I was in his presence, though, I found myself talking back and speaking whatever was on my mind. I felt bolder around him.

His eyes snapped up to mine and the same predatory smile I'd seen days ago reappeared. "Oh yeah? So you'll let me touch you as long as I ask?"

"No."

"But—"

"I said to ask first, I never said if I'd say yes or not." If only he knew that in reality I'd let him touch me anywhere and anytime he wanted.

"Well, can I touch you?"

My stomach flipped as I went back and forth between what I knew I should say and what I wanted to say. After a moment, I gave in. It wasn't worth the torture of denying myself. "Yes."

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him slowly lift his hand, letting his thumb gently run along my bottom lip. "Tell me." His voice was low and rough as he spoke. "Has anyone ever kissed those pretty lips before, mami?"

I'm sure he didn't mean it badly but, to me, it felt like an insult. Or maybe it was the fact that I didn't want him to see me as the same innocent little girl I'd been in the past. I wanted him to see me as experienced. I wanted him to know I could keep up with him. I pulled back from his touch, putting a good amount of space between us.

"Of course I've been kissed." I glared at him again. "I've been fu—"

He cut me off immediately. "I don't want to hear about that shit. Look, I didn't mean to piss you off again.I just wanted to know before I did this." He leaned in, crashing his mouth against mine.

Once again, I should have been mad. I should have shoved him away, but I wasn't and I didn't. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck, grasping and tugging at his hair. Our lips moved frantically against each other, and I knew mine would be bruised later. The harder he kissed me, the harder I kissed him back. It was obvious that we were fighting for dominance.

He pulled away, slipping his hands down my body and grazing the sides of my breasts before gripping my hips and pulling me against him. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and menacing. "The only time I wanna hear the word fuck come outta that mouth is if you're telling me to fuck off, or to fuck you harder. Entendés?" he growled in my ear before he turned and walked back toward his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.

As I watched him walk away, all I could think about was being underneath him. I could imagine what it would feel like as he pounded into me and I told him to fuck me harder. I was in so much trouble when it came to him.

—

After the kiss we shared, I was careful for the next few days. I made sure he was nowhere to be found before I left my apartment. I wasn't sure I could handle another run-in with him so soon.

As Sunday night rolled around, I breathed a sigh of relief. My classes started the next day, and our work hours would be very different. I'd be leaving after he got home, so the chances of us running into each other were slim.

It felt childish to be essentially hiding from him, but I was trying to listen to my brain. The logical part of me was telling me to keep my distance, that someone like him wasn't what I needed. But there were other parts of me, namely my traitorous vagina, that told me keeping my distance was stupid. Nothing said I had to marry him, so why not have a little fun?

There was a battle raging inside me, and as the days passed, the latter part was slowly winning no matter how hard I tried to push those thoughts away. I'd wanted him for years, ever since I'd developed an interest in boys, and now it seemed like he was finally up for my taking.

He was nothing like the guys I'd dated in college. They'd all been either jocks or seriously invested in their studies, readying themselves to become doctors or lawyers. They'd followed all the rules, opened doors for me, and treated me like a lady. Each one of them had been the type of man I would be proud to bring home to meet my parents. The type I could settle down with and have a comfortable life.

While they were all very different men, the sex with each of them had been the same. It was good, but it was never great. I'd lied to Edward when I told him I'd been fucked. I'd been made love to, which wasn't a bad thing, but I craved more. I craved him,and what I was sure he could do to my body.

My father would have instantly approved any of the guys I dated while I was away, while Edward would be the last person he would want me with. For some reason, that thought just made the whole situation seem sweeter. I knew that now wasn't the time for me to rebel, that should have been what college was for, but Edward Cullen hadn't been at college. He'd been sitting in a prison cell.

He was here now, though. Regardless of what Angela said—and knowing my father would eventually warn me away from him—I wanted him.

And I was pretty sure all I had to do was ask.

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Entendés - You understand

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