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His jaw flexes, nostrils flaring. “I don’t,” he says flatly, though the heat in his stare betrays him. “You could fall off a cliff and it wouldn’t touch me.”
I laugh under my breath. “Right. That’s why you’re sitting here, in my room of all places, breaking into my dorm like some deranged stalker, demanding answers.”
He takes another step, chest brushing mine, his voice vicious. “I’m here to remind you that actions have consequences.”
I hold his gaze, refusing to waver, though I don’t even know where this comes from anymore.
I’m tired, tired of him and his endless games, and tired of myself for always stepping straight into them.
“No.” My lips twist into a cold smile. “You can’t hate me and want to fuck me in the same breath, Vass. It’s one or the other. Make up your bloody mind.”
His smirk turns cruel. “Why settle on one, Bellanti? Perhaps I’d rather hate fuck you.”
He doesn’t wait for my answer. In the next instant, his mouth is on mine. The impact is fierce, almost brutal, and maddeningly, I answer it without hesitation. My hands lift instinctively to his chest, but he catches them mid-air, pinning them above my head.
When he finally pulls away, his voice is as infuriating as I knew it would be. “Go take a hot shower before you catch pneumonia and drop dead.”
“Let go of my hands and I will,” I retort, still breathless from the kiss.
He doesn’t. He holds me pinned against him. For a long beat, we simply stare, our breathing jagged, rising in tandem.
I can feel him through his clothes, the hard line pressing into my stomach, infuriating and impossible to ignore. My panties are damp, my body betraying me as it always does around him, tightening with need.
Our eyes stay locked, wills clashing in silence.
Damn him for being so obscenely handsome. If he could just be a normal man, one not blinded by his hatred of me at every turn, I wouldn’t hesitate, I’d let him take me apart in an instant.
The pull he has on me is too fierce, too consuming, and it feels dangerously, intoxicatingly good.
Then his mouth seizes mine again in a fevered kiss, and damn him, I know I’d let him take me apartthisinstant, even if he is the worst kind of arsehole.
I hate myself for it, yet I can’t bring myself to care, not when my body feels so alive pressed against the unrelenting strength of his.
Chapter 12
Arlo
The kiss consumes me. I release her wrists, letting my hands roam where they please, sliding down to grip her arse with a groan against her mouth.
She’s all curves, a body built to ruin a man’s restraint, and I could lose myself in her for hours without end.
She meets me with equal ferocity now, as if she’s already chosen, the rest of the world falling away until there is nothing left but the two of us.
As it once was.
The thought hits hard, bitter and uninvited. Loathing rises fast, but lust, and everything else I don’t want to feel, overruns it. I bite her lower lip, plush and swollen beneath my teeth.
Without even thinking, we’re moving, stumbling across the room, into the bathroom. Her hands fumble at my shirt until she finally tears it away.
I don’t break the kiss as I reach past her, twist the tap, water roaring to life. My fingers work her jeans open, sliding them down with one motion, her jumper gone the next.
I force myself to pull back, if only to look at her. She’s in a pink lace set, her nipples pressing through the fabric, the thong barely covering a damn thing. She’s every filthy dream brought to life, standing right in front of me.
Damn her.
With one hand at her back, I pull her hard against me in a sudden motion. Her chest collides with mine, full breasts crushed to my stomach, and the sight of it nearly undoes me.
I unclasp her bra with the same hand, discarding it without a thought, and when it comes to her panties I haven’t the patience,the lace tears easily in my grip. Her gasp is soft, startled, but she doesn’t stop me.
