“And you’re reckless,” he continues, as though I haven’t spoken. “You have a hero complex that won’t quit, and it fucks you without lube every time.”
“I’ve apologized for the apple.” When he sneers, I tilt my head and glare up at him. “By the way, I never did find out what it was that got me in this mess. Why that girl—”
“She accused me of being responsible for Nick Reynold’s attack,” he spits out. “The bitch crashed my party, then opened her white trash mouth and told lies. She’s lucky I didn’t…”
When a little sound escapes the back of my throat, he shakes his head and releases a frustrated laugh. “That’s another thing, Ellis. You’re nosy. You don’t listen, and my best friend acts like a fool because of you.”
Great, now he’s bringing Liam into this.
It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to get sucked into his shit again. Not this time. I’m too tired and have no patience for him.
“Is that all? Are those all the reasons you hate me? Can you go now?”
Instead of answering, he slowly stalks toward me. I back away from him, because if he touches me, I know I won’t be able to say no to him. When my back hits the door, however, my heart rate kicks up about ten or eleven notches. He rests his hands on either side of my head, trapping me.
“Saint…”
“There’s one more reason,” he growls, lowering his head toward mine. “And it’s probably the biggest one.”
My breaths are shallow as I stare up at him. His heat is wrapping around me, making my head fuzzy.
“What’s the last reason?” I whisper.
He gazes down at me silently for a handful of seconds before softly answering, “You’re so fucking dumb that it’s not even obvious, is it?”
Before I can respond—before I can even think—his lips press against mine in a kiss that steals the last of my reason.
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I tear my mouth away from his with a gasp.
“Saint, stop it.” I try to push him away, but his body is too solid. He’s simply too strong.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” he murmurs. “That you don’t want me.”
“I don’t,” I lie. “Because I hate you too. I hate your hands on me. I hate what you make me feel.”
“What do I make you feel?” he demands to know.
I shake my head. “Get the fuck out.”
Of course, he doesn’t listen. His fingers wrap around my throat, and my entire body tenses.
Shit.
Not this.
I can’t think straight when he touches me like this.
His fingers squeeze, and just like every other time before, it’s not enough to hurt me but just enough to make me melt. Even if my mind rejects him again and again, the truth is he owns my body. When he does this, my body becomes pliable and willing to do whatever he wants it to.
I become needy.
Desperate.
Wet and hot.
Fuck, why does he do this to me?
“Tell me to get out again,” he growls softly against my lips. “Tell me, and I’ll go. I’ll never touch you again. All you have to do is push me away, right now, in this moment. It’ll end here, I swear to God.”
I gawk up at him. He can’t be serious. He’s just playing games with me again. Dangling a carrot in front of my face, taunting me with the promise of freedom from him.
“I…” I just need to say the words. Tell him to leave and not come back. Yet, as hard as I try, I can’t get it out again. I can’t say it now that he’s telling me that it’ll be for good, and that pisses me off. Narrowing my eyes, I glare up at him and hiss, “I hate you so much.”
His smirk is superior. “Hate me all you want—that doesn’t mean you don’t want me.”
“Fuck you.” I tangle my fingers in his messy blond hair and yank him down into a hard kiss. I’m so fucking weak. Just the thought of never feeling his touch again has me desperate for him. I’m every bit the masochist he’s accused me of being. An addict unwilling to get the help she needs.
I want him, badly.
And I loathe that I do.
His hands clutch my waist and our kiss is savage as we use not only lips and tongues, but teeth, nipping and biting at each other until I taste blood. I’m not sure who it belongs to but honestly? I no longer give a fuck. I claw at his broad shoulders, wanting his shirt off. He breaks our kiss long enough to tear his t-shirt over his head, and I immediately drag my nails over the muscles of his chest.
Snarling, he roughly cups my breasts over my tank-top, pinching at my nipples until I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I slap his cheek, wanting him to hurt as well. He jerks back, baring his teeth like an animal.
“Bitch.”
“Asshole,” I snap back.
He hooks his fingers over the top of my tank top and yanks me forward, stretching out the neck of my shirt and squashing my breasts together. His other hand slips under the bottom of my shorts and squeezes my bare ass.
“You’ve got too many clothes on.” His tone is harsh and angry.
He shoves my shorts and panties down my legs and then starts to drag me toward the bed. Suddenly, he picks me up and tosses me onto the mattress. Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me to the edge of the bed then shoves my legs apart.
“Don’t forget to scream,” he orders before he lowers his head and drags his tongue along my folds.
I throw my head back and cry out.
“Fuck, Saint!”
He grips my thighs and forces them wider as he devours me. I’m going to have bruises from his fingers tomorrow, I can already tell. And the worst part about that? Realizing that I don’t care. I want him to be rough. I want him to bruise me and hurt me, because I want to bruise and hurt him in return.
Just as I’m reaching the base of my peak and am ready to begin my ascent, he lifts his head.
“What the hell?” I gasp.
“It’s not fair that you get to have all the fun.” He stands upright and undoes his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His erection springs free, hard and thick. Naked, he crawls onto the bed next to me and lies on his back. “Sit on my face, little masochist.”
I don’t hesitate to obey, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire at the cool breath he blows against my flesh.
“Now bend down and suck me,” he orders.
I’m practically vibrating all over, I’m so turned on. I take his cock in my hand and stroke him once before capturing the head between my lips. As I take him into my mouth, he wraps his arms around my thighs and forces me down against his lips. I gasp, careful not to scrape him with my teeth.
As I suck on him, he licks me in a frenzy. At one point, he spanks my ass, and I jolt forward, my legs clenching around his head. I release a long, low moan, and he jerks beneath me, shoving himself further into my mouth. I gag a little, but then relax my throat to let him go deeper.
We stay like this for several minutes until I’m grinding against his face and he’s thrusting up into my mouth. My orgasm begins to build, and I have to pull my lips away from him, otherwise I’ll definitely bite him.