Anger poured into my veins.  How dare he talk to me like that?  “I know that I saw some girl here yesterday, with her face black and blue and her hair cut.  I know that your uncle said something to you that made you so angry you punched the desk.  I know that last night some guys almost assaulted me.  So if the last twenty-four hours are any indication, then yeah, Colt, I think I have a pretty good indication of what goes on here.”

“So what?  After just one day, you think you know me?  You think you know anything about me?”

“I know you’re better than this,” I said quietly.

He turned on me then, his eyes blazing fury.  “Don’t you dare judge me, Olivia.  I’ve never done that to you.”

“I’m not judging you,” I said.  “I just think that if you keep this up, you’ll – ”

“Enough!” he raged.  “Stop!  You can sit there and give your opinions all you want, but you had no problem staying at my place last night, had no problem using me for the things this club bought.”

My mouth dropped open.  “Using you?  Is that what you think I’m doing?  Using you?  If I remember correctly, I wanted to get the hell out of here last night.   It was you who made me go home with you, it was you who wouldn’t let me go.”

“What the hell was I supposed to do, Olivia?  You cut the shit out of your arms, you almost had sex with me after knowing me for one day!  You were obviously confused and lost.  What was I supposed to do?  I felt sor – ”  He cut himself off before he could say it.

But it was too late.

I’d known what he was about to say.

I felt sorry for you.

It hit me like a sucker punch, right in the gut.

In that moment, I hated him with a fiery passion.

I didn’t want anyone’s pity.

“Fuck you,” I spat and then I headed for the door.  I didn’t need him.  He was just a guy I’d met yesterday, a guy who I’d somehow allowed to work himself into my brain, to invade my mind with his good looks and his cocky attitude.  But he was nothing to me.  He’d served his purpose.  He’d given me Declan’s address.

I had Declan now.

I didn’t need Colt, had never needed him.

He was nothing to me.

My brain laid out the logic in front of me, but my heart argued.  I was angry and hurt, the two emotions colliding together and creating a hurricane that threated to sweep me up in its wake.

I needed to get out of there.

I needed to cut.

“Olivia,” Colt said.  “Olivia, wait.”

I was closer to the door than he was, but he was faster.  He got there first, blocking my way.

“Move,” I said.

“Olivia, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

He stayed silent.

“Out of my way,” I said.  I pushed by him, but he grabbed my shoulders.

“Where are you going?” he demanded.

“I’m leaving.”

“To go where?”

“Away from you.”

“No.” He shook his head and then his hands were on my face.  “You’re not going.  I won’t let you.”

I looked up at him, and I couldn’t figure out what the hell was burning inside of me, what this was that I was feeling.  He was so confusing, hot and cold, one minute teasing me, the next minute looking like he wanted to kiss me, the next acting like such an asshole that I couldn’t even stand to be around him.

And yet, the whole time, ever since I’d met him, had been this need, simmering beneath the surface.  Lust, desire, the need for him to take my body and use it for whatever he wanted.

I took in a breath and my hands balled into fists at my side.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Colt said.  “If you hurt yourself because of me, it would kill me.”

“Then stop pushing me,” I said.  “Stop tormenting me, stop teasing me.  You’re causing all these things inside of me, Colt, and the only way I know how to handle it, to stop from feeling it, is to cut.”

“Then don’t fight it.  Feel it.”

“I can’t.  I need to…. I need a release from it.”

His eyes blazed and he reached out and shut the door behind him.  He turned the lock, the clicking noise echoing through the room.

   “Then let me be your release,” he breathed, and suddenly his body was pressed against mine, turning me around so that my back was up against the door, trapping me.

He took my hands in his, pushed them up over my head and then his mouth collided with mine.  His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me, and I had that familiar feeling I had whenever he was close to me, the feeling of being pushed over an edge, of losing control of everything, of soaring through the air.  My legs went weak as he kissed me, my heart thrumming against my ribs.

His hand slid down the side of my body, his fingers skimming over the side of my breast.  He found the bottom of my shirt and slipped his hand up under it, his fingers blazing a searing trail over the small of my back.

His pelvis ground against mine, and I could feel him, hard through the jeans he was wearing, and as his hard dick pushed against my pussy, a tiny little moan escaped my lips.

“You like that, Princess?” he asked huskily.

“Yes,” I said, my voice weak with desire.

He grabbed my ass and picked me up off the floor, and I wrapped my legs around him as he took me over to the couch in the corner.  He set me down again and then sat down on the couch so that I was standing in front of him.

“God, Princess, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, his eyes raking up my body.  “Put your arms up.”  I did as he said, and reached up and pulled my shirt off me, tossed it onto the floor and then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips and off my ankles, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

I’d never been this naked in front of a man before, and my skin prickled with hot goose bumps.

Colt was still sitting on the couch, and he pulled my hips toward him, his tongue sliding down over my belly button, continuing lower and lower until he reached the top of my panties.  He tugged them down the tiniest bit so that just the very top of my mound was exposed to him.

“I wanted to fuck you the first second I saw you,” he said, reaching up and unhooking my bra.  My breasts spilled from the lacey cups and he pulled me down onto the couch, sucking my nipples into his mouth, mauling me with his hands.He ripped his shirt off and pulled me to him, my nipples brushing against the taut, tan skin of his pecs as he kissed me, the two of us groaning into each other’s mouths.  My body was on fire, his mouth and hands stoking the flames hotter and hotter, making me feel as if I was going to explode.  His big hands slid down and cupped my ass, drawing me to him before flipping me over in one fluid motion and laying his body on top of mine.

He placed his palm flat on my stomach, then slid it down my body and over the front of my panties.

“You wet for me, baby?” he asked, his dark eyes locked on mine.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Tell me.”

“I’m wet.”

“Look how wet you are.”

I looked down at myself, naked except for my panties. I could see the dampness on the sheer fabric, so sticky and wet that they clung to my skin, clearly outlining the lips of my pussy.

I felt his finger slip inside of me, and I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.

 “Look at me, baby,” he said.  “I want to see your pretty face while I finger you.”

I opened my eyes and fell into his.

He was so beautiful he took my breath away.

Our gazes locked as he pushed another finger inside of me, and I gasped as I felt myself stretch out around him.

“You’re so tight, Princess,” he groaned.

I took in a shuddering breath as he began moving his fingers in and out of me slowly.

He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing across my collarbone, before taking my tit back into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily, his tongue swirling around the tip of my nipple.