NOLAN POV
When I was done pumping in my last shot, the irritation returned. I hated how weak I was to resist Gwen. I hated the strong pull she had on me, like a chain.
I quickly pulled out and yanked my pants up. The anger twisted deep inside me. She had stolen my control and made me a slave to my need for s*x. I blamed her for it.
Just like my need for s*x, my anger took over. "You got what you wanted, now get the hell away from me." I didn't need to look at her to know my words were cruel. I knew her eyes would show shock and hurt. I hated how mean I could be, and I decided it was her fault for that, too.
She slid off the table and straightened her dress. "Right back at you, Nolan." She laughed, but it was a cold, empty sound. That put me even more on edge. Was she really laughing at
