His name on her lips makes me see red. My grip tightens, and she winces. “Tell me you haven’t let him taste what’s mine.” She doesn’t respond. “Have you spread your legs for him? f****d him like you have me?”
Her lips curl with disgust. “You don’t get to ask me that!”
“I’ll do whatever the f**k I want with you, Leilani.” I grip her shoulders and shake her hard. “Answer the damn question! Do you love him? Does he make your heart race? Does he know where and how to touch you to make you come? Does he understand you the way I do? You think he can love you more than I do?”
Her eyes are clouded with hurt and anger and confusion. And then, they turn empty. “And what has love given me? Pain? Betrayal? Rejection? The destruction of my reputation? I don’t want love anymore, Chris, not after all
