“You make me sick.”
“And yet…” I chuckle, “you allowed me to use your pussy to get myself off, and you slept with my cum on you. Do I make you sick? Do I really, Sophia?”
She shivers when I say her name, and sucks in a sharp intake of breath. Her hands ball into fists, gripping the grass and leaves. Her jaw is clenched, and I cannot explain how happy the look of pure hatred in her eyes makes me feel.
“You’ll never stop mentioning that, will you?”
“Never, because seeing you blush in pure shame; for allowing me to use you like a toy, brings me immense joy.”
A scowl tugs on the corners of her lips, and she tosses something in my face. I blink, feeling a stinging sensation, only to realize she gathered a bit of dried dirt, crumbled it in her palms, and used it to hurt me.
“Bitch,” I hiss, blinking the ache away.
This was the perfect opportunity for her to run, because not only is the ache too big, but my eyes also get watery and glossy, and my eyesight takes a while to recover. Instead, she pushes me backward, and I land on my ass.
Sophia straddles my hips, my hands immediately reaching for her hips.
“You bastard,” she screams, then starts hitting my chest. The pain is bearable, and I let her have a moment of letting the anger out.Then, when my vision gets back to normal, I grip her wrists with each hand, pulling them away.
She slumps on top of me, her face a mere inch away from mine. She doesn’t look away from my face — she doesn’t dare to. My reflection in her blue eyes is divine, and her pupils dilate a little.
“I hate you,” she breathes out, and it seems like she’s trying to convince herself of the fact.
“The feeling’s mutual, Princess.”
With that, one of my hands goes to her nape, pulling her flush against me. Her soft lips fall against mine, and in an instant, it's a clash of teeth, a hunger that neither of us knew the other possessed.
She forces my mouth open, pushing her tongue through the seam of my lips. I growl into the kiss, tightening my grip on her hair and pulling her closer. Her hands got to the back of my head, clawing, pulling, and tugging.
Sophia Sloane tastes like the sweetest sin, and I’m a willing sinner.
“I hate you, you bastard,” she moans against my mouth, and it sends shocks down my body. If I wasn’t hard already, I’m fucking solid rock now. My other hand clasps her hip, grinding her against me.
“Oh, I’ll fuck that word right out of your vocabulary.”
“You can certainly try,” she hisses, then pulls back. “But I’ll just continue to use it.”
I grin, then lean in, kissing the side of her throat, letting my teeth sink into her soft flesh. “You taste addictive.”
“I hate you,” she repeats the word like a mantra.
“Lie louder, Princess.” My nose slides voluptuously along the line of her jaw, holding her hair tighter. “After all, your lies are the sweetest melody for my deranged soul.”
SEVENTEEN
Soren pushes me to lay on the grass, his lips never leaving my throat. Everything is hazy, and a part of me can’t believe I’m letting this happen. He’s holding my hands pinned above my head with one hand, his other hand slowly unzipping my pants.
The movement is slow, and it’s driving me insane. My heart feels like it’s about to burst from all the excitement and the nervousness that I don’t think will vanish anytime soon. The bastard knows how to push my buttons and how to make me squirm.
This shouldn’t be happening now, or ever.
Yet here I am, a willing participant in this game of madness. And there will never be a winner, only two torn, broken souls that will ruin each other beyond any reason, beyond repair.
His hand slips into my underwear, his thick fingers parting my labia. It provokes a moan out of me, and the moment he touches my clit, my mind gets fuzzy. My eyes close, and his teeth sink deeper into my neck, leaving a deep bruised mark.
“Soren,” I breathe out, and the bastard chuckles against myskin. His fingers rub my clit, and the longer he’s teasing me, the wetter I become, until I’m certain this pair of underwear can just be thrown away.
“Yes, Princess?”
