His fingers find my clit, and despite everything—despite the fear, the fury, the unconscious boy on the floor—my body arches into his touch.
“That’s it.” His voice drops to a purr. “Stop fighting. You know you want this.”
Fuck!
Iama fucking freak.
I want him. Ihavewanted him since the first time he looked at me like I was a rare delicacy he couldn’t wait to devour.
But I also want to hurt him.
I slam my head backward.
The crack of my skull against his nose is so deeply satisfying.
“Fuck!” He stumbles back, hand flying to his face, blood streaming between his fingers.
I spin around, chest heaving, adrenaline screaming through my veins.
He looks at the blood on his hand. Then at me.
He smiles.
And lunges.
I try to dodge, but he’s faster. I go down so hard that I bite my tongue. Then we’re both on the ground, rolling, fighting fordominance. His hands are everywhere, grabbing, restraining. I’m clawing at his face, his arms, anything within reach.
“Stop fighting me!” he snarls.
“Fuck you!”
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, his body settling between my thighs. The position is obscene—him on top of me, my legs spread around his hips, both of us panting and bloody and half-dressed.
“I could take you right now.” His free hand cups my jaw, forcing me to look at him. Blood drips from his nose onto my chest. “Right here, on this floor. And you’d let me.”
“I’d crush your fucking cock with my pussy if you try.”
He laughs. Fuckinglaughs.“Promise?”
I hate him.
I hate him so much I’d kill him right now if I could.
But when he kisses me, I kiss him back.
It’s not a surrender. It’s war. Our teeth clash, our tongues wrestle, and I taste copper from his split lip or my bitten tongue—I can’t tell which. He releases my wrists to tear at my bra, and instead of pushing him away, I’m yanking at his shirt, desperate to feel skin against skin.
“Say you’re mine,” he growls against my mouth.
“No.”
He bites my lip, hard enough to draw blood. “Say it!”
“I’m not?—“
His fingers plunge inside me, and the denial dies in my throat, replaced by a moan I couldn’t suppress if my life depended on it.
“That’s what I thought. Now say it, Haven.”
