Page 19 of The Elusive Billionaire
“No, I?—”
“Do not argue with me, Savannah. Not now. If you leave, you die. That’s the reality, and if you think I’m going to stare at yourbest friends’ faces for the rest of my life, knowing they blame me for not keeping you safe, you’re out of your fucking tits.”
“But Cl?—”
Soft, firm, demanding lips crash into mine, and my eyes widen to uncomfortable dimensions.
This man, the one who is actively hating me on purpose, is kissing me.
And I do the stupidest thing I could possibly do—I kiss him back.
CHAPTER SIX
GREYSON
Fuck,she tastes good.
I hate that she tastes good.
I hate that she fits against me as if God molded her at my side.
I hate that her soft moan urges me to continue.
I hate that my tongue commands hers in the only way she’ll allow me to dominate her.
I hate that I like dominating her.
I hate that I have no self-control around this woman.
I hate that my body does whatever the hell it wants the second her belly presses against my erection.
I hate her.
I hate that she lied.
I hate that I allowed myself to be hurt by her.
I hate that she mewls, and scratches, and writhes against me as though I’m the only one who can bring her pleasure.
I hate that I don’t hate her nearly as much as I should.
“Fuck.” I hiss as sharp nails trail a line down my bare chest, then clench my teeth when my cock bobs angrily in my lounge pants.
Savannah Monroe is my damnation, my ruin, my eternal light.
Her tense muscles turn pliable in my hands, and it sends a rush of power through me.
I absolutely cannot fuck my sworn enemy. Again. I cannot fuck her again.
“Grey.” Sav doesn’t whine, she doesn’t beg, but my name certainly sounds like some sort of prayer from her lips.
“Why do I have to want you so fucking badly?” The anger in my tone is directed at myself, but she flinches as though my words struck her.
Guilt is a sensation I’ve been actively attempting to ban from my existence, but she manages to wrangle the devil out of me every time. In every situation besides ones involving her, when I see a problem, I fix it, then I move on. I don’t allow emotions to tangle up my life. I don’t allow distractions.
My entire adult life has been about raising Sage to be the complete opposite of my father, and I’ve done some pretty questionable things to ensure he grew up in a safe, loving environment.
But then Sav struts in here, caked in mud, and sets fire to all my carefully laid plans.
