Page 50 of The Kiss Of Death
“Yes,” she blurted out. “And he was nothing like you.”
“Oh?” I pretended to be offended. “How was he? Slow and annoyingly cautious, treating you like a fragile doll? Or was he rough, almost tearing at your core, leaving you breathless? Did he barely touch you, or—” I grasped her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. “Did he grab your throat, nearly choking you in a kiss worth dying for, staking his claim with his tongue? Or did you lie to me to piss me off?”
“Why would it piss you off?”Thump. Thump.Thump. Her heartbeat intensified. “You don’t like me.”
I didn’t need tolikeher to be pissed off. Liking something was brief and left no trace. Liking was the greatest scourge of this world.
“You should be glad I’ll never like you.” I traced the outline of her parted lips with my thumb. “I’ll always hate you.”
Hatred was permanent, intense, and powerful.
“No, you hate how I make you feel,” she whispered.
Right, because my fucking soul was a graveyard of broken memories, and she was the main one.
I bent down to her level, our breaths mingling. “Why did you lie about kissing someone else?”
“To hurt you.” She gulped. “Because I know I’m not your only kiss.”
My thumb grazed her lower lip before curling around her jaw, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. A subtle flicker danced in her eyes. Was it pain? A strange sensation prickled at my fingertips. I was willingly touching her. Again. For no purpose. Worse, my cock was pulsing in my trousers. It probably just was because I hadn’t fucked anyone in months. This didn’t have to mean something.
Just like the fact I never allowed anyone else to kiss me but her.
“Would you really think I’d save my kisses for you?” I sneered.
In a blink, that flicker in her eyes was gone. “No.”
“Good.”
“Good.” Her whisper brushed against my lips, and fucking goose bumps erupted on my skin. “I think we settled everything.”
She was like a fucking virus, infecting every byte of my system. My muscles contracted, as if a goddamn inferno was raging inside me, and it couldn’t be contained. Collecting her ribbons wasn’t enough; I had to take more.
She was the poison and the remedy.
“Almost,” I taunted. “You gave me a deadly kiss once, so I’m going to return the favor.”
I yanked her to me, her body tightly locked against mine. My tongue prodded her mouth open, our lips pressing together. Hers were soft, almost silken. She tasted like a sweet blend of sugary pink, rose, and honey—likely the ChapStick she wore—and I lost all sense of purpose or restraint.
I took and took everything I could like a starving beast.
I kissed her with all the oxygen in my lungs. She clung to me, her fingers leaving burning bruises wherever they brushed my skin. Each glide, each taste, each stroke was like my own damnation, but I couldn’t stop. She ground herself against me, and my hands firmly grasped her waist.
My muscles tensed. My cock throbbed. Everything faded into oblivion—my hatred, my plans for her—replaced by raw, consuming desire.
I captured her lower lip between my teeth, taking my sweet time to taste her venom. My life was dedicated to maintaining absolute control, and she was breaking it again.
She moaned, a melody that resonated in my bowels, and I let myself touch her the way I always forbid myself to. I cupped her breast. The absence of a bra allowed me to feel the hardness of her nipple.Fuck.I wanted to rip her clothes apart. Have her on her knees. No, wait. First, I wanted to feel how wet my little doll could be before I fucked her against—
Dammit.Grappling with a semblance of self-loathing, I summoned every ounce of willpower to pull away.
She gazed at me with wide, bewildered eyes, her disheveled hair a testament to what shouldn’t have happened. Her trembling lips revealed a blend of shock and desire. She was breathless, struggling to regain her composure.
I was no better off—I wanted to tear my own skin apart to stop feeling that flutter in my stomach, that fire igniting my core, my heart threatening to come out of the confines of my chest.
“Let’s forget this ever happened,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
She left like a fury, and I crumpled on the floor.
