Page 175 of Irreversible

I can’t move.

I’m trapped beneath him.

“Get up.” I try to wiggle free, shoving at his chest.

A hand curls around my neck as he bends down, his teeth nicking my jaw.

I shiver. Moan.

Bastard.

Regrouping quickly, I push at his chest again. “Getoffme. I swear to God I’ll?—”

He snatches a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back, his lips a centimeter from mine. Then he growls out, the tips of our noses grazing, “What’s the matter, Chloe? I thought you liked it rough.”

My eyes widen.

Blood freezes.

Lips parting on a sharp exhale, I gape at him, my fingers twisting the front of his T-shirt. Confirmation glitters in his eyes. His words.

Hisvoice.

Then he fucking smirks.

Fury spirals through me in searing waves as I grab him by the hair, pull his face down to mine, and kiss him hard.

We both groan.

His tongue slides into my mouth, eradicating all the things I want to say and scream. I purge it in a different way, my leg coiling around his hip, tugging him closer, our mouths angling, breaths hot and wild. I claw my nails down his back, my other hand still tangled in his hair as his tongue dives deeper into my mouth.

Teeth. Moans. Scratches.

His erection digs into my thigh as I writhe against him, causing him to shudder as he grips me by the neck and bites my bottom lip so hard a bead of blood pools to the surface. I whimper through the jolt of pain.

He kisses me again with white-hot fire.

Passion. Magic. Pain.

I feel lost.

I feel complete.

Our tongues lash together, and I cry out against his mouth.

Then I tear myself away.

Reel my hand back.

And slap him hard across the face.

“Youasshole.”

Isaac pulls up, his head sloped to the side as he processes the hit. His eyes close briefly before he slowly turns to look at me, jaw clenched tight, a pink handprint forming on his cheek. “You do like it rough.” He glides his tongue along his upper lip as he evaluates me with dangerous approval. “Good.”

“Get off me.”

“How about I get you off, instead?”

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