Straightening up, my chin rose in a challenge. An unspoken threat. Daring him to test me. I would not let him hurt or take any more from me either.
“I didn’t mean to take from you.”
“You didn’t,” he rumbled, his chest moving up and down. “I tried to help you... but that was all you.”
All me?How was that possible?
Swallowing down the fright, I lifted my head higher.
“You think I need you, but I don’t, Farkas. I don’t need anyone.”
His eyes tapered, his shoulders rolled back, and a deep growl rumbled in his throat. That was the only warning I got. He barreled toward me like a train, fury streaking his face. As if I survived the ghosts only to become his victim.
His kill.
His name caught on my tongue as he crashed into me. His hands clutched my arms, my spine slamming against the wall, his body pressing into mine.
“You got it all wrong, Kovacs.” Anger and desire stormed through his eyes as a deep growl shook the room, raking down every nerve and bone in my body. “It’suswho needsyou.”
His fingers curled around my ponytail, yanking my head back roughly. Ecstasy and pain sizzled down my vertebrae. His free hand slid up my jaw, cupping the back of my head.
“Warwick?” His name came out a question. A want. A plea.
“For once, princess, shut up.” His hands clutched my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around him.
“Make me.”
His mouth crashed into me like an explosion.
Life. Death.
Love. Hate.
With just a kiss, everything ignited, making me realize we had not actually kissed before. The feel of his actual lips on mine was ruthless and vicious, snapping fire and electricity into my nerves.
Pure pleasure.
Pure pain.
Downright feral.
The barricade we tried to keep up between us splintered into pieces, dousing us in white-hot flames, making me more desperate. My nails raked through his hair as I pulled myself closer to him, demanding more.
“Fuck.” His fingers dug into my head, his tongue slipped and curled with mine, creating a deep moan in my chest. “Why does kissingyou feel this fucking good?” His hands wrapped around my neck, tipping my face to his, his eyes burning into mine.
Hungry.
They would devour and rip me into shreds.
I wanted every bit of my destruction. And I would be his.
Staring down at him, I dropped back to my feet. His thumb pushed harder into my throat, the pulse matching the need beating in my pussy. I unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down his thick, muscular thighs. My body responded with desperation as my hand took hold of his massive erection.
Fuck. He felt a hundred times larger, hotter, and thicker in my actual hands.
In my mind, my mouth covered him, sucking and licking as I stroked him. His lids fluttered as he leaned in closer to me. “Kovacs.” His voice cracked as he greedily captured my mouth again while I felt his tongue also glide down my stomach to my core, licking through me. A gasp erupted from my lips.
Maybe we just needed to get this out of our system, then it would go away.
