Page 70 of Raise Hell

“Maybe in my nightmares,” she snaps, but the pink blush burning on her cheeks betrays her.

If I shove my hand under her dress and force my fingers inside her, there is zero chance she will be anything but soaking wet.

I don’t care how much she hates me, her body knows what it wants.

I sympathize because I’m having the same fucking problem.

This is the first time I’ve seen her cool girl attitude fall away enough to get a glimpse of what she hides underneath.

Whatever seductive skills I usually use are completely useless on her. Being close to her makes me too out of control to do anything but meet her aggressive posture with my own. I can’t pretend to be anything else but what I am when Olivia Pratt is around. She brings the worst parts of my personality roaring out of the darkness.

I want to break her apart, just to see what might be hidden deep inside.

Like recognizes like. I finally understand the force that keeps drawing us toward each other even when that is the last thing either of us want.

“It must screw with your head to still want it rough after everything that happened.” My tone isn’t judgmental, though she’ll probably take it that way. I’ve been warning her since the day she got here. It isn’t my fault she hasn’t already taken the hint. “If you keep up like you have, that’s the only way you’re going to get it.”

The stricken look on her face lets me know I’ve hit my target. If she were slightly more in control of herself, then she might have been able to hide it from me.

But there won’t be anymore hiding, not for either of us.

Her glare is hot enough to burn. “Don’t make out your shit to be the same as mine.”

There isn’t any point in denying I’m hard as a rock, that I have been since the moment I pressed my body against her.

“Fine. I’ll stop pushing, if that’s really what you want.” I retreat to the bed, shedding my shirt and sweatpants as I go until I’m completely naked. My back hits the mounded pillows. I fluff them up higher with one hand as the other settles between my spread legs. “But I do have something I need to take care of at the moment. Feel free to show yourself out.”

Her back is still pressed against the wall, nothing standing between her and the door. She stares directly at my face with widened eyes, but it doesn’t take long for her gaze to flick down.

She takes a tiny step, so small that I wonder if she’s conscious of the movement.

For a split second, I think she might actually join me in bed. Then she catches herself, the dazed expression on her face changing to one of horror.

Olivia runs from the room, slamming the door shut on my mocking laughter.

I don’t chase her.

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