Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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Dean's arm was around my shoulder as we walked through the hall to the apartment. "You know, this whole jealous thing you've got going on is really fucking hot," he told me.
"It's not jealousy," I stated. "I am not jealous of her. It's more possessive than anything."
"Whatever you want to call it, it suits you." Dean kissed my temple.
"Well, she needs to know not to mess with what's mine." I shrugged. "It's simple. I like her. I do."
"But....?" Dean prompted.
"But she lays one finger on you, and she won't have that finger anymore." I smiled up at him before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. When I pulled back a small smear of red was left on the corner of his mouth from my lipstick.
"You've got a real fucked up way of saying you like me."
"I tolerate you," I told him. "I keep you around because you're a decent lay."
Dean scoffed. "Sure."
"Hey, that's as close to a compliment as you're getting. Enjoy it."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Decent? From what I remember, you seemed to think I was a lot better than decent the other night."
"Yeah, I-I don't remember that," I said, shaking my head. "You're mediocre at best."
"Oh, yeah?" he asked. "Well, let's see if I can get this right." He cleared his throat, and I knew I was in for it. Fucking asshole. "'Please, Dean! Faster. Please. Fuck me--'"
"What can I say? I'm a woman. I fake it to keep your big manly ego intact," I cut him off. "This is exactly why you shouldn't get to be in charge when we have sex because your ego grows about ten sizes."
"You're a dirty little liar."
I stopped in front of the door, turning so my back faced it. "It's true."
"I find it very hard to believe that you, Capri, willingly bent over and begged for more because I told you too just to keep my ego intact." Dean took my jaw in his hand, tilting my head back, eyes boring into mine. "You did whatever I told you to."
"What can I say? I'm a saint."
Dean smiled. "Keep running your mouth, I'll give you something else to do with it later."
"Keep running yours and I'll make you beg to use it."
