“Roger,” Wes sobbed through the pain shooting up his arm. Playing me all along. “Let go. You’re hurting me. Let go—”
“You think this hurts?” Roger asked, twisting harder. “You call up your new boyfriend and you tell him to step off, you hear me? You tell him you’re with me. I’ll f**k him up if he thinks he can take you from me. You’re mine, Wes, and no one else is going to have you but me.”
Chapter 23
“Let me go.” Wes’s arm seared with a white, blinding pain; he couldn’t even feel Roger’s hand on his wrist—there was no feeling, nothing but the heat of agony. “Roger, please…”
Roger released him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, smoothing back the hair from Wes’s damp brow. His touch was gentle but Wes could feel the anger running beneath the surface, just waiting for release. “I’m sorry, bab
