Page 38 of Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1)

Dean

I ’ve been skipping the class I have with Aislin.

Tiernan wants me to stay away from her. It’s the least I can do after what I’ve done to him.

She’s still been trying to call and text, though.

I’ve had to stay out of the café and specific areas around campus to avoid her.

I don’t get why Tiernan hasn’t told her yet, why he hasn’t told anyone yet, and I have to assume he hasn’t.

If he had, someone would have come for me by now.

My mom and I got away from them, and then I came back with the plan to kill Sloan.

No way they’ll let me get away with that.

Why hasn’t he told anyone?

Because he’s better than me.

Because he gave a shit about me.

And all I gave him was my betrayal.

The door opens, and I roll over to face the wall.

“Hey,” Ollie says softly. It’s a kind hello, but it makes my skin crawl. He can tell something is going on, and he’s been trying so hard to be supportive, when really, he just needs to stay away from me, to write me off because all I do is ruin things. “Are you hungry? I brought pizza from work.”

“I’m good,” I say, then grab my earbuds and put them in. I don’t turn music on, but he doesn’t know that.

Ollie sighs, sits at the small table.

It’s late. He doesn’t typically come in at this time unless he had a shift.

Ollie eats while I lie around in bed like a loser.

I miss Aislin.

Even fucking Cillian and Rory.

But even more than that, I miss Tiernan so much, I ache with it. I didn’t realize just how alone I was until I wasn’t, and now I’m lost in it, in this world of my own making. It feels like I’m in a maze and just keep going and going, trying to find my way out of it, but I can’t.

I frown at the knock on the door. Ollie doesn’t ever have people at the dorm room this late—at least not when I’ve been here. When he turns to look at me, the confusion on his face lets me know he’s not expecting anyone.

My skin prickles with awareness, this buzzing I haven’t had in what feels like an eternity making my pulse beat faster and my chest feel…different. There’s not a doubt in my mind who it is.

I roll off the bed, tugging my earbuds out, taking quick, heavy steps toward the door. When I pull it open, Tiernan is there, with bloodshot eyes and an angry scowl.

“Let me in.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Good observation. Let me in.”

I step aside, and he comes in, taking one look at Ollie, who says, “I know, I know. Leave.” He grabs his backpack and pizza.

“You don’t have to go. This is your room. We can go,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.

“I’d rather you stay here so I know where you are.” Ollie gives Tiernan a determined look, and I have to say, he’s a brave little fucker.

Ollie slips out of the door, closing it behind him. The second he’s gone, I turn to Tiernan just in time for his lips to be seared to mine.

The kiss is hard and angry, punishing, but hungry too. He pushes me against the table, my arms immediately going around him, and I kiss him back, savoring this feeling of completion again.

I taste alcohol on his tongue, and it’s the one thing that makes me pull back when all I want to do is give myself to him. “You’re drunk,” I say again.

“Fuck you for not getting out of my head.”

My heart breaks into a million slivers, so fine that it would only take one breath for them to blow away. “I didn’t know I would feel this way about you. I didn’t know I’d be yours. But I fucking fell for you, Tiernan. I gave myself to you, despite who you are. I want you still.”

His mouth comes down hard on mine again, his tongue pushing past my lips, his body against mine, Tiernan rutting against me. He shoves his hand under my shirt, growls into my mouth, each movement so needy, like he can’t get enough of me.

I’ll never get enough of him.

“Has anyone touched you?” His mouth slides down my neck, the sharp pain welcome when he bites me.

“No. Never.” I don’t want anyone else but him.

“I would fucking kill them if they did, and fuck you for that too.” He moves to the other side of my throat, sucking and marking me there too. “Why do I still want you? We went out tonight. I didn’t want anyone else. I couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you.”

The buzzing inside me grows, this powerful surge of possessiveness filling me up when I’ve felt so empty. “That’s because you’re mine.” He bites me again, pinching one of my nipples at the same time. “Ouch. Fuck.”

“I want you.” He pulls back, holding on to my shirt, then taking it with him and tossing it to the floor. “Say it. Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you.” I gasp when his tongue lashes over the nipple he just pinched. “Are you sure…”

“Shut up.” Tiernan turns me around, tugging my sweats and underwear down before I willingly bend over the table for him. I need him inside me as soon as possible, need to feel him, need the reminder of what it’s like to belong somewhere.

I hear the buckle on his jeans. “Lube?”

“Drawer beside my bed.”

I feel it when he walks away from me, like my body senses when Tiernan is close enough to touch and when he’s not.

From the corner of my eye, I see him move, and then he’s back, right behind me. He slides a foot between my legs, kicking them farther apart, before a slick finger is against my hole.

Tiernan doesn’t go slow as he pushes it in, my body melting into the touch, his digits sliding in and out. “Fuck. Another. I need more. You don’t even have to open me up with them first.”

I just need him.

Crave him.

I push my ass back against him, and Tiernan gives me a second finger. There’s no one else I would beg for except him. No one I would ever need with the ferocity that’s overtaking me.

“I hate you,” he says, sounding like me in the beginning, except I hated him for something that wasn’t his fault, something he had no control over. Tiernan has a good reason to feel that way about me now.

“I hate me too,” I reply.

Tiernan’s fingers still, his thrusting stopping, as if he’s thrown by my admission. A moment later his fingers are gone, and I’m so, so, so fucking empty.

“Fuck me. Please.” I don’t have the right to make any demands, but I do it anyway.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my rim.

His hips snap forward, my ass stretching to accommodate him.

The quick pressure is a shock to my body—a welcome one, but still.

His grip on my hips is strong, fingers and dick punishing as Tiernan powerfully fucks me.

It’s like he’s trying to pour into it every ounce of himself, of what he’s feeling, speaking to me without words.

The table scoots on the floor, but he doesn’t stop, the room filled with the sound of our fucking and breathing, and Christ, those are my favorite sounds.

“Why can’t I hate you?” His nails dig into me, his words countering the last ones he said to me. He slams his hips harder, faster. “I should, but I fucking can’t. Fuck you for that.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.” The words slip out between panting breaths and the toll his harsh fucking is taking on my body. My ass will be tender after this, but I don’t care, will be thankful for it because that means I’ll still feel him.

“I can’t…I fucking can’t.” His voice breaks, his dick pegging me just the right way every time he moves.

“I’m sorry. Whatever you need, I’ll do it. Just don’t…leave me.” It’s something else I have no right to ask him, but I’m a selfish motherfucker and can’t stop myself. “Use me. Take your anger out on me…but love me.”

“I do. Goddamn it, but I do.” He fucks into me again, his movements jerkier.

Tiernan tenses, his dick spasming inside me.

He bends over, growling and fucking, his forehead on my shoulder as he comes inside me.

I want it all, need to be filled up with him, and just knowing that he’s giving me his load again, that I’m the only person who’s ever had him raw like this, makes me careen over the edge too.

I tremble, get dizzy as it feels like the world is coming apart around me, like we’re the only two people in the fucking world. I’ve never come without a hand on my cock before, but this moment is more than sex. It’s honesty and connection. It’s fulfillment and claiming what will always be ours.

Tiernan keeps fucking us both through our orgasms before stilling behind me. He doesn’t pull back, dick still snug in my ass, head still against my back, the two of us just breathing together.

“I can’t walk away from you,” he says so softly, I can barely make out the words.

“Don’t. Please don’t. We’ll figure it out.”

He nods against me, and for the first time since he kicked me out, I can breathe.