The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 23

He rips himself away from me, dragging me roughly by my wrist towards the bathroom. I squeak with excitement as he throws the door open and shoves me inside. Slamming the door behind him, I see the fury in his eyes. But through that, I see the lust that always makes my knees go weak. Fuck, I need him now...

I grab him by his shirt and go to pull him towards me. But just as our lips are about to meet, he takes hold of my chin firmly. My eyes widen as I look up at him. I'm so dangerously close to him. Just a slight push forward, and his lips would be...

“Oh no,” he breathes provocatively. “This is my game now.”

My eyes narrow to slits. That's not how this works. I push myself forward, but I can't move. I growl in frustration.

“Kiss me,” I snarl.

He moves forward, causing my heart to flip as I can practically feel his lips hovering over mine. I whine, begging for him to ease the screaming of my body. But he doesn't. He just stares me down, watching me squirm with desire. I'm about to lose my mind! I can't stop the cry of disappointment that flies out of my mouth. His finger rests on my lips, silencing me.

“My game, my rules,” he breathes before placing a kiss on his own finger, just to dig the knife in further. “No kissing. That's how this goes. Got it?”

I nod and he pulls his finger slowly from between us, moving back as he goes. He thinks he's got the upper hand. But I'll show him. I grin and launch myself forward again. But he's too quick. His hands are at my waist, spinning me away from him. He pulls me against him hard, catching me off-guard. Grabbing my chin roughly to keep it in place, he growls into my ear.

“I told you. No kissing.”

I whimper as his face presses against my cheek. I can see his expression in the mirror in front of me and I can feel every heavy breath against my skin. It's driving my senses wild with anticipation. I nod frantically, desperate for him to continue. I need this anger. It's so exhilarating. For the first time, I don't want to be in control.

His eyes close, a soft expression crossing his face. He places a gentle kiss on my cheek, his thumb softly stroking my face. But before I can properly process the motion, his eyes snap back open and his face is etched with fierce lust.

“Let's get this over with,” he snarls.

He pushes me forward and I blindly go, wondering where he's leading me. We pass the sinks, past the cubicles...and then I realise that we're heading for the full length mirror. I quiver with the thrill this is all giving me. What has he got planned?

“Hands.”

“What?”

“Hands.”

Surely he doesn't mean...My heart drums as I lift up my arms slowly, reaching forward to lean on the mirror. He grunts in approval, hands already working at the button of my jeans. This isn't like him. This isn't like him at all.

I fucking love it.

He forces my jeans down my legs, swiftly followed by my underwear. His knee pushes my legs apart and his hand wanders behind me. I can only imagine to remove his own restrictions. But I don't get to think about it too long. His eyes meet mine in our reflection, staring right into my soul. The emotion in them makes my chest tight and I almost stop breathing. Such an icy glare, but burning with so much lust at the same time. No one has looked at me like this before...

His snarl doesn't prepare me for the sensations that follow. His body slams against mine, sending pure rapture through my veins. I scream out, fingers curling up against the glass of the mirror with the force of the pleasure. My head drops forward, the intensity far too much for me to handle. But his hand forces my chin back up, his eyes still burning into mine.

“You don't get to look away,” he growls through heavy breaths. “Look me in the eye.”

I don't get a chance to react. He's moving at an impossible pace with dangerous ferocity masking his face. I have to fight every urge in me to close my eyes as bliss completely takes me over. Watching him like this is beyond words. It sends every nerve in me into overdrive. To the point where my body just don't know how to react any more. I don't know how much more I can take...

And sure enough, as his nails dig into my jaw, I'm sent into a whirlwind of sensations as he tips me over. Wave after wave attacks me, rendering me beyond words or any form of noise. My eyes close but he snarls at me, reminding me of his conditions. I force my eyes back open, trying to recover from the violent overload of emotions...

I see him for the first time. Truly see him. I see the pain in his eyes. The tears that glisten. The twist of his mouth as he fights back a breakdown in this critical moment. And all the while, he keeps his eyes fixed on mine. I exhale in horror as I realise what I've done to him. This poor man, my best friend. I've broken him.

He finally cracks. His body slams against mine for the last time, shaking with the power of his climax. He tears his eyes away, pushing his face against my cheek. He snarls but his voice breaks mid way, abruptly changing into a heartwracking sob. His hand buries into my top as he cries against me. The sounds breaks my heart.

What have I done?

I don't know what to do. How can I make him feel better about this? That's a stupid question. I can never take back the humiliation I caused him. I can never fix this. There is no hope for us after this.

He pulls away from me, any anger that was in him long gone. Falling against the wall beside him, his body slams to the ground as he weeps. And I just watch. I watch him as every single moral within him is ripped into shreds.

I have to do something. I pull my clothes up before I kneel in front of him. I have every intention of apologising to him now. But something in me makes me say something else.

“Is it true? Are you in love with me?”

I feel so cold asking him. But I need to know. Before I can go forward with this, I need to get my head around this. To help everybody...I need to know.

His eyes finally open, puffy and red with his tears. So much pain...how can one man be holding so much pain in such a small part of him? His hands reach out and hold my face, pulling me closer. The kiss is gentle and I can't help but react to it. But it goes no further. He pulls away, running his thumbs along my cheeks.

“I tried so hard not to be,” he whimpers through the tears. “I tried everything I could to tell myself different. But there was always something there. Ever since that first time, all those years ago. I fell for you then. I fell hard. And the night of the party, when you ran out...I followed you. I tried to get to you as fast as I could, but there were so many people. And by the time that I got outside, you were with him. I went to get you, but he looked up at me with a look in his eye. I knew then what I had to do. I had to give you up. I had to let you walk away with him, whilst I was left to crash and burn. And even when I found Rina again, it wasn't the same. I love her. I do love her. But it's not the same. It's not the same as with you. No matter how much I try and tell myself, I can't stop it. I can't stop the way I feel. And now...now it's too late. I have to ruin everything by saying it out loud.”

I can't believe what I'm hearing. This can't be real. He can't be...But he still hasn't said the words. Maybe if I...

“I'm so sorry, Emie. I love you. I love you, and I always will.”

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A/N - Very late update. Bit of a contrasting chapter. Hope it goes down well and people actually like it. Get the feeling people don't. Blargh. Whatever. Vote, comment, do your thing. Much love x