Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance by Annette Fields Read Free Book Online

“You want to fuck with me? Two can play at that game.” She turned and slammed the door behind her.

Chapter 6 
Torsten

    The moment his door closed, Torsten sauntered over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As he peeled his sweaty, smoke-filled clothes off, he noticed the separate Jacuzzi tub in his peripheral vision. What a damn shame he wouldn’t share that with anyone tonight. 
    As he slid his boxer briefs down his thighs, his rock-hard cock sprang free. With a frustrated sigh, his hand drifted down the ridges of his stomach to the base of his cock. Stepping under the stream of steaming water, he gripped his shaft and began to stroke himself. 
    Gorgeous fucking Helena. Why did she have to be so infuriatingly loyal to Lars? I have to admire her for that, to be honest. She’s fiercely loyal and protective of her relationships.
    He closed eyes as the scalding water cascaded over him, imagining her smell and taste of her mouth as his balls tensed heavily and his shaft became a rigid pipe. 
    In his mind, those pretty lips formed that perfect O as he drove his cock into her, her luscious tits bouncing softly from the impact. Her hot pussy gripped him like a vice as he pressed down on that hard, unforgiving clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed his name. 
    As he came, he groaned while leaning one arm against the shower wall to steady himself. He imagined his milky white come pulsing out of his swollen head onto Helena’s lovely chest and belly, rather than washing down the drain.
    She wasn’t just a smoking hot woman, there was something else there. He knew what chemistry and connection felt like, this was even beyond that. Yeah, kissing her to get the phone was a dirty trick but once his lips touched hers, he felt under a spell.
    And he needed more of her. He didn’t care that she was Lars’ ex. 
    As his heartbeat slowed to normal, he rested his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall. The long day and intense night of performing were catching up to him, setting in the fatigue. 
    “Your bullshit is still affecting me, brother,” he murmured out loud. 
    He wondered what Lars would do if he knew Helena took his scapegoating so seriously, that she was playing Nancy Drew paparazzi, meddling in his business, to avenge the man she believed her husband to be. 
    “You probably wouldn’t give a shit,” he murmured again as he shut the water off. You’d make more excuses as to why it’s not your fault.
    Helena’s anguished expression when she sank to the floor pulled at his heart strings a little. She really loved him, and he treated her like shit. What she attempted to do tonight, Lars was too cowardly to do the same for her.
    Dripping water as he stepped out of the shower, Torsten grabbed a towel and wiped steam off the bathroom mirror before toweling himself off. After a minute, he paused and stared at his reflection in the mirror. 
    I might be an arrogant prick, but I earned the right to be. I fought tooth, nail, blood and bone to reach this success. I came from nothing and created something recognized by the whole country, and soon the whole world. I’m not easily ruined, but I won’t tolerate lies being spread about me.
    In that moment, he made his decision. 
    He would work to undo Lars’ damage and set the record straight with Helena. Not because he was worried what she’d say to the press, but simply because she was a passionate, righteous woman who deserved to know the truth.
    If the truth just happened to steer her into his bed, that would be a bonus. Even after his shower he could still taste her mouth, still feel her warm, soft breast in his hand and that budding little nipple.
    “Your shitty web of lies is going to backfire on you, brother,” he told his reflection with a chuckle. “I’m going to make Helena wish she never met you.” 
     

Chapter 7
Helena

    Helena woke with a start, blinked a few times, then groaned. She had been dreaming extremely