Page 6 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

Carver

The Glass

C racking an egg open, I watched as yolk fell into the pan, simmering with butter.

Scrubbing a hand down my overgrown stubble, I cursed and had to hold back from throwing the pan into the wall.

I could still taste her, smell her. It had taken years to forget the sounds she made when she came, and now that it was back, my mind wouldn’t fuckin’ drop it.

The soft patter of feet followed by a cupboard opening behind me had me flexing my hand out.

Shutting off the stove, I turned and leaned back against the counter. “Mornin’.” I let my eyes trail down her body, my lips twitching as I realized she was wearing the same clothes she’d been in the night before. Clothes I made her come in.

Not his shirt, not some cute ass pj set. Her hair wasn’t even as mussed as I used to make it, which means she hadn’t let Jamie touch her last night or this morning.

Good.

Her hands were propped on her hips as I skimmed back up. “Finished?”

“Just gettin’ started.”

She scowled. “Just because I didn’t kick you off me, doesn’t mean I want you.”

“Real cute, Ly.” I smirked, tapping two fingers to my temple. “Thought you’d get the hint and leave, actually. You’re good at that.”

Some of the color drained from her face before she raked her hand through her dyed hair, darting her attention away from me. “Thought you would have grown up. It appears we were both wrong.”

I jerked my chin, angling it toward the open space. “This not grown-up enough for you?”

“Same boy, just bigger toys.” My fingers clutched the edge of the counter as she grabbed a cup and filled it with water. I wondered if she could hear my molars grinding, warning her away. If so, she didn’t fuckin’ care. “And you even have a weed facility.”

“What’s the matter, wanted me to spend it all on you?”

She scoffed. “Got a barn and a couple horses, too. Also, a nasty habit of runnin’ through the town’s pick of women.”

I plucked a toothpick from the counter and stuck it in my mouth, the edge of my lips rising when her eyes fixed on the spot. “Were you askin’ about me, little Ly?”

“No.” She downed her glass of water, then walked closer to the sink, only a foot from where I was standing.

I slid in front of her, blocking her path. With the cup still in her hand, I jutted my chin toward the other side of the kitchen. “Trash is that way.”

Her brows furrowed together. “It’s glass. I’m not going to—”

I stepped closer, crowding her space while turning until her ass bumped back against the counter. I grinned as I put my hands on either side, caging her in.

“You spat your lies over the rim, so I don’t want it anymore. Throw it in the fucking trash, or I’ll show you where the other trash belongs.”

Her gaze darted to the trash can past my arm before narrowing on me. “And where , pray tell, does the other trash belong?” Plucking the glass from her fingers, I held it to the side, then released it, letting it fall to the floor. She gasped as glass shattered around our feet. “Jamie could—”

“You think I give a shit about what Jamie could do?” I lunged for her neck, my fingers covering her rapid pulse. “Do you not see what I could do?”

Her eyes moved to the archway leading down toward my roommate’s bedroom. “He could come in—” she tried to rush out, but I pulled her closer to my mouth, making her rise on her toes. She let out a soft whimper, and my cock twitched painfully in my sweats as her pulse picked up.

“I know he’s already at the facility, so that won’t work with me. How ’bout you tell me why the fuck you’re still here?”

“I told you—I have business h-”

I brought her closer, reveling in her sharp breaths as they grazed over my lips. Staring at those lips, I bared my teeth. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Please, Car.” Her throat worked, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, trying to push me away.

My jaw clenched. “Don’t call me that.” My fingers tightened—almost hard enough to cut off her airway.

Her features softened along with her tone, her hands smoothing up my arms. “You know I have nowhere else—”

“No, what I know”—angry black dots spotted my vision—“is that you have another hole you could go crawlin’ back to. So go crawl on back.”

“I…I can’t, Car. Pl—”

“I told you—don’t. Call. Me. That.”

Her hands fell in defeat, her voice switching back to the one full of hatred as she dropped the defenseless act. “What do you want, then?”

“I want you to pay for it.”

“H-how?” She choked on the word until I ripped my hand from her throat and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel before me beside the small shards of glass. Possibly on them.

I didn’t give a flying fuck either way.

She blinked back at me in confusion, wincing slightly. I looked up at the ceiling, expelling a heavy sigh as I ran my hand down the length of my throat before letting my head fall back down.

Fisting her hair, I tilted her head, forcing those big brown eyes to focus on my erection. Stroking my length over the fabric, her eyes widened. “You want free shit, then work for it.” My fist tightened in her hair, and she shrieked in pain.

“Jamie will let me stay. I don’t have to—”

“This is my house, and if you think he has the patience to wait for you to give him what he wants, then you’re losing your touch.” I yanked on her hair, forcing her gaze up. “You’re not fooling me, sweetheart. I know you haven’t touched him.”

In a flash, her face twisted. “And what if I did? What if I kept Jamie awake all night, letting him f—”

I stopped rubbing my cock and shoved two fingers into her mouth, letting her choke on that last part. It was nothing more than lies, anyhow.

All lies, like her words had always been.

“Stop trying to use that tongue to lie to me and use it like I know you know how to.” I pushed deeper, pressing down on her tongue. My cock responded like it hadn’t been able to in years, begging to be released. But I kept my fingers down her throat and ordered, “Suck.”

She tried to pull back, wriggling her body against the cabinet and using her hands to push away from me. I seethed through my teeth as hers grazed my knuckles. Glaring down at her, I flicked her hollowed cheek. She glared back. “Don’t you dare use your teeth on me. I said ‘suck.’”

The thing about Ly was she appeared breakable, but she was a strong little thing.

Always had been that way, too—a lying, man-eating, soulless woman with more bite than bark.

As much as it seemed like she talked back to the fullest, I knew it was her silence that I, or any man, should be concerned about.

Most women would either shut up and get lost, or snap back but leave it at that.

Not my little Ly.

Even now, I could see the gears turning in her head, plotting her revenge as she reluctantly did as I demanded. Only issue was—she’d crushed me long ago. Any revenge she could plot, I’d already done to myself because of her.

Well, now it was my fucking turn to change that.

I released her hair and palmed my painfully hard cock.

Ly made sounds like she was trying to tell me off as she glowered up at me, noticeably struggling to look anywhere but where I’d started stroking.

My fingers pumped in and out of her mouth as I continued to fist myself over my sweats, a stream of drool falling from her plush lips only making me harder.

The moment she gave in and shifted her gaze, she hummed something that almost sounded like a moan. Her tongue grew eager, her jaw loosening, welcoming me.

Sweat beaded along the base of my spine, and my forehead tightened in anger. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it. She was supposed to be pissed. A popping sound filled the kitchen as I wrenched my fingers away and took several steps back.

“Stand the fuck up,” I growled low. Part of me wanted to spin her around and bend her over, rip one of the knives from the holder on the counter and force her to beg while I fucked her so hard, she’d scream loud enough for Jamie to hear.

The other part wanted her to suffer, to long for me as much as I had longed for her.

She stood, and my attention fell to a trickle of blood falling from her knee. Her tiny fists clenched at her sides, just like mine did as I watched the red liquid move toward her ankle.

“I hate you,” she spat, stepping carefully over the glass, her bare feet treading dangerous waters as she made her way up to me.

When her hand came flying up, I caught her wrist right before she could make contact with my cheek.

Situating the toothpick back between my lips, I used it to point toward the corner cabinet while holding her in place.

“Broom’s in there.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not your maid, just like I’m not your damn plaything. You dropped it, you can clean it up.”

I tsked. “That’s where you’re wrong. You’ll be and do whatever the hell I tell you.

” She jerked her wrist free, and my fingers snapped up to claim her jaw, keeping her close.

“Since you’re dishing out your body in exchange for a roof over your head, it’ll be my cock that you’ll be taking every night, however it is I want you to.

” She opened her mouth to speak, but I squeezed her cheeks harder. “Think before you talk back.”

Her lips parted. “You can’t be serious.”

I leaned in close to her, towering above her. “Deadly serious.”

Her lips pursed, her eyes shining like fine blades. I smirked, tucking her fake hair behind her ear. “If you don’t want to obey, the door is right there. Feel free to leave instead.”

Lyra’s eyes darted to the door. “What do I tell your roommate?”

I smacked my teeth, flipping the toothpick again as I lifted a single shoulder. “Lie, like you always do.” She cursed my name as I made my way to the front door and slammed it behind me.

TEN YEARS AGO

“So…” Shifting my bag on my shoulder, I glanced over at the rather small girl beside me. “You sure you’re a senior?”