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let go of my dress and dove his hand into my hair, pulling tight.
    I tensed. He tugged on it like it wasn’t attached to my fucking scalp. His name left me on a growl.
    “You actually think I’d let that happen? That I’d let someone else take you?” He had me arched at this point, my ass squished by his hips and cock. I felt every small movement he made, his cock throbbing hard through his jeans.
                  “Dorian, that’s not what I—”
                  He stroked his dick into my ass, tonguing and biting my jaw in a way that said, “ Mine .” I moaned, his breath sliding across my skin and distorting my thoughts.
                  I needed sex with him. I needed it right then. So fucking badly…
                  “Who were you with?”
                  His question smacked me hard, turning my lust on its head and infuriating me anew. “I wasn’t with another fucking guy.” I struggled against him, which only served to make him pull my hair harder.
                  Dorian used all his weight to pretty much smash me into the wall. I couldn’t even tell if it hurt or not. Adrenaline and alcohol mixed with a whole lot of pissed-off. It all coursed through me and I feared what I would do to him once I turned around.
                  “I’m not cheating on you, Demi.”
                  Six words and they had enough power to twist something inside me. I got my hair out of his hand and turned around. I started shoving him back next, common sense saying it’s final bye-bye. “Then why are you acting so secretive? You’re hurting my feelings and acting like an ass over what I do.”
                  Dorian stepped back, his stare locked on me. He opened his mouth to speak, but I was already stumbling backward out of the kitchen.
                  Somewhere in the back of my drunken mind, it hit me that we were having our first real argument. Even though we weren’t really together.
                  “How the hell would I know if you’re with someone or not? You won’t tell me anything about what’s going on with you.” I bumped into the side table in the hall, knocking my clutch and phone off it. I didn’t stop to pick up either. I was determined to get away from him although I knew I couldn’t get him out of the apartment. Not in the state I was in.
    Turning left, I stepped into the small hallway leading to my bathroom and room. I knew he was going to follow me even before I heard his rapid steps. “Dorian, please.” I held my hand up, tripping slightly and bumping in to the wall behind me. The world spun as I tried to catch my breath.
    “You’re not feeling good, baby.” He cupped my neck and brought me chest to chest with him. Too close. Now I was stuck between feeling sick and an arousal so severe I almost jumped him.
    “Dorian.”
    “You’re turning pale. Come.”
    He moved me off the wall, hugging me to him. On the first step the world spun. I held onto him, realizing that Ang hadn’t been the only one that had gotten shit-faced. I would have been grateful she wasn’t the one here to witness it, but I’d ended up stuck with Dorian.
    As much as I usually want him around, no one wants the hot guy they fuck to see them throwing up. Which is where I was heading, and Dorian knew it. He led me into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I didn’t even think of fighting him when he pulled me sideways onto his lap, within reach of the toilet.
    “I don’t get it,” I bemoaned like the fool I was. “Ang had more than me, got drunker faster. I got her home. Why the hell is it so bad now?” The last word left my mouth just as I felt the first heave about to hit.
    Dorian held up my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. “Is that who you were with?”
    He asked the question in such a low tone that my heart tightened. I got out one nod before