Page 226 of Ignite

Just as it all gets too much, he removes his hand.

I gasp for air—and I feel myself lose control.

I climax so hard I see stars. I’m screaming, crying, and holding onto him for dear life as he coaxes me through it.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear.

My body trembles as I come down. He doesn’t let me go. He doesn’t even remove his fingers.

When I open my eyes, he’s just watching me.

“You asshole,” I choke out.

He sits up and slides his hand out of me with a smirk.

With all the strength I can muster, I sit up and launch myself at him.

I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

I keep hitting him. Letting it out. All of it.

The pain.

The heartbreak.

The devastation.

The loss.

The lies.

The fantasy I believed.

“I hate you!” I scream.

I pound my fists against his chest as tears stream down my cheeks.

“I hate you,” I say again, my voice breaking.

He remains rigid. Taking it.

“Say it back, goddamn it!” I sob.

His hands clamp over my wrists. I look away, trying to steady my breathing.

“Let it all out, baby. I can take it.”

I shake my head.

“You did this to me!”

“I know. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

I blink through my tears and see the raw pain behind those green eyes I loved so much.

“Why can’t I let you go?” I whisper.

He tugs me against him and wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. His heart beats wildly under my cheek.

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