Page 221 of Ignite

CONAN

Song –Make Up Sexby MGK

I’m breathless as I pull away. I cup her cheeks and can’t resist stealing another kiss.

I’ve missed her. So fucking much.

That kiss just put a tiny piece of my heart back into place.

“Can we go back to yours?” she whispers.

I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“If that’s what you want, darlin’.”

Fuck. My heart is racing.

She nods, but she’s holding something back. I can tell in the way her eyes keep shifting.

“Tell me,” I press.

“This isn’t us getting back together. I want this to be a hate fuck. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I stutter with a cough. Her face is stern.

She’s dead serious.

I silence her by brushing her curls over her shoulder and sinking my teeth into her throat.

Her back arches, pressing her tighter against me. My grip on her hip hardens.

“Does a hate fuck still work if we both hate the same person?” I whisper, running my tongue up her neck.

I could never hate Hallie. But I’ll always hate myself—probably more than she despises me.

“Just shut up and take me home, beastie.”

She. Said. My. Nickname.

My heart is about to explode. But I hold it together, keeping up with her little act.

I’m going to give her what she wants. I can’t fuck this up. Not now.

Grabbing her face, I force her to look into my eyes.

“Don’t call me that. We aren’t friends, remember? We aren’t anything. You’re just my little whore for the night.”

I release her, and she pants, holding herself up against the brick wall.

“Come on.”

I turn on my heel and head to my Bugatti.

Her heels click on the pavement as she tries to keep up. I open her passenger door and smack her ass as she gets in.

I swear she let out a moan. This is torture.

I get the girl back, but not really.

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