"I hate you," she breathes, arching into me. "I've hated you every day for seven years."
"Hate me tomorrow," I growl, claiming her mouth again.
The heat between us ignites in a whoosh, like gasoline on a flame.
Katerina's hands are everywhere, my chest, my shoulders, slipping beneath my jacket.
My fingers find the hem of her dress, skimming up her thigh, and the sound she makes nearly breaks me.
Her breath comes in short gasps as my hand slides beneath her dress, fingers gliding over the soft fabric of her panties.
The dampness there—fuck.
The knowledge that she's wet for me, ignites something primal inside me.
"Katerina," I groan against her throat, stroking her through the thin material.
Her hips roll against my hand as she seeks pleasure.
"Tell me again how much you hate me." I circle my thumb against her center. Her breath hitches, those blue eyes fluttering closed. "Tell me while you're dripping for me."
She bites her lip, fighting herself, fighting us.
Always so stubborn, my Katerina.
Even now, with her body betraying every word that's come out of her mouth.
"I hate what you did.” Her voice breaks as I increase the pressure on her clit. "I hate that you left me alone."
I hate it too. I always have. But now isn’t the time for words.
Now is for rediscovering the woman I tried to forget but never could.
I press her harder against the wall, lifting her thigh to wrap around my hip. “But you don’t hate this.”
Her head falls back, exposing the column of her neck as I grind against her. The friction is maddening.
Every inch of her is as I remember, and yet different.
Better, stronger, more defiant.
My Katerina has grown into a woman who fights back.
Even as she undoes my pants and frees my cock, there’s an anger in it.
Like she’s going to punish me by fucking me.
I capture her mouth again, swallowing her protests. "You don’t hate this.” I pump into her hand wrapped around my dick. “Tell me you like my cock.”
She answers by ripping open my shirt, buttons scattering across the floor.
Her nails rake down my chest, leaving burning trails in their wake. I hiss at the sensation, at the exquisite pain of her marking me.
"No more games, Luca."
Something snaps inside me. I hike her dress up around her waist, tearing her underwear aside with one rough movement. She gasps, eyes wild with need as I position myself at her wet pussy.
"Look at me. I want to see your face when I take what's mine."
