“I have a hold on you? You’ve got to be kidding me. You fucking moved on with your life and didn’t look back. Nothing changed for you, Princess. You were in your tower, high up in the city, untouchable and carefree. I was the one in Brooklyn trying to pick up the pieces. You lost your high school boyfriend. Some guy you were fucking. I lost my father, my home, my mother's sanity, and the beat of my damn heart!” I yelled.

I was angry that she dared to say she loved me. She hadn’t thought twice when we’d ended things. She hadn’t given a fuck about me, about us. She was angry that her degenerate mother had a thing for any man who wasn’t her father.

“You know nothing about what I went through, Elis. Nothing. I couldn't eat. I couldn’t sleep. I almost flunked out of school. My mother was a horror story. I had to fucking put the pieces together. Some days I wish she had run off with your father like she intended. Instead, she decided to be a money-hungry bitch.” She spat the words quickly, and tears streamed down her face.

I couldn’t help but smile, remembering how every time we fought and Devlynn would get riled up, she would start to cry. She never cried when she was sad, but when she was fire-spitting angry, she could cry so hard that she would start hyperventilating.

“Why are you smiling? This isn’t funny.”

I took her hands in mine. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “I miss you.” And I did. I missed her. I missed every fucking thing about her, and I was tired of being a lonely, miserable son of a bitch. I didn’t want to live my life without her anymore. “I want you, princess. I’m tired of denying it.”

“I’m tired of the games. It’s over,” she said before walking away.

The hell it was. I moved quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward me. “I like this skirt.”

“Get your hands off me, Elis. I never want you to touch me again.”

Ignoring her request, I slid her pretty pink skirt up her shapely legs. “Why do you keep lying?” My fingers brushed past her panties, and she hissed when I connected to her warm slit. “Your lips keep saying no, but your pussy will never deny how much you want me, Princess.”

“I’m more than my pussy.”

“Oh, baby, I know you are.” I grabbed her high ponytail and yanked her head back before pushing down on her shoulder. “You’ve also got a hot fucking mouth that talks too damn much.” I pulled the zipper of my pants down, unleashing my cock, enjoying the stunned look on her face as I tapped her on the face with it. “You know what your problem is, Devlynn?”