Page 21 of Slayin Villain
The silence between us cracked like ice under pressure.
And then he kissed me.
Fast.Hard.Messy.
I gasped into his mouth but didn’t push him away.Not right away.His hands were familiar.His mouth knew mine too well.And for one breathless second, I remembered what it felt like to be wanted by someone who used to know how to love me.
Then I shoved him back.
“Don’t,” I said.“Not when you’ve had every sweetbutt in the club on your lap these past few months you’ve been a prospect.”
“Don’t act like he’s any better.”
“He’s not,” I said.“But at least he doesn’t lie about what we are.”
Rome looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t.
He turned, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me down the alley, fast and silent like he didn’t want anyone to see.
“Rome…” I started, but he spun me around, pinning me against the cold brick wall.
His mouth crushed mine.
It wasn’t sweet.It wasn’t gentle.
It was punishment.
And I let him.
My head tipped back as his hands slid my pants down, rough palms dragging across my ribs, my hips, until they found the place he used to own.I gasped, legs parting instinctively, memory firing through my skin like lightning.
He lifted my thigh up, hooked it around his waist.“You still taste divine,” he growled against my lips.
“And you still lie like it’s a goddamn art,” I whispered.
He entered me hard, fast, like this was the last time.It wasn’t about love.
Still wanted.
Still hated him for it.
“You love him?”he rasped, breath hot against my ear as I bit back a moan.
“I don’t know,” I panted.“Maybe.”
“Then why’d you let me do this again?”
“Don’t I always?Because I’m stupid.Because you make me feel…” I didn’t finish.I couldn’t.
We were reckless thunder in a storm of old feelings and bad decisions, slamming together like we never broke at all.
When it was over, I leaned back against the wall, shaking.
He rested his forehead against mine.“You’re gonna stay quiet, Ember.”
I blinked.“About what?”
“You know what.”
