Page 54 of Ruby Tears


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No care or kindness or worship.

Just hate.

And heat.

And hunger.

I fought him.

I tried to bite.

But my struggle merely provoked whatever animal lived inside him. Wrenching his mouth from mine, he glowered from above. Lips wet and parted, eyes grey and churning, skin tight and shadowed with daybreak.

He was staggeringly gorgeous, the perfect face housing the darkest heart.

His stare tore into mine like his tongue had plunged into my mouth, and we both stopped breathing. “You taste like the worst kind of nightmare.” His hips rocked hard against mine, dragging an unwilling moan from my chest. “A nightmare especially flavoured for me.”

“Get off me.”

His brow furrowed. “Why you? Why did you have to be different?”

I gasped as his hand latched tighter around my throat, his fingers burning with destructing flames. “This is all your fault, little nightmare.”

I couldn’t speak around his crushing palm, but I let my eyes shout fury.

This was his fault!

His.

Not mine.

I hated this man with every cell, yet…everything about him seduced me. He lured me in like a venomous creature, baiting me, coaxing me, and like the stupid prey I was, my body answered.

I felt it deep within. A heaviness. A pounding. A horrible kind of heat.

His eyes dropped to my mouth again. “I can’t. I’m not strong enough. I shouldn’t…fuck.” A savage groan tumbled from him as his elbow buckled, and he kissed me again.

The moment our mouths met, the world burned.

Ruthless and devouring, he claimed all my righteous loathing and all my toxic desire.

I jerked beneath him as his tongue licked mine, harsh and firm. He scrambled my mind, and tears sprang to my eyes as he somehow bribed my body to liquify with pleasure.

I didn’t want it. I squirmed to get away from it. But the more I wriggled beneath him, the deeper the kiss got.

Our lips slid and wounded each other. Our teeth clacked. Our tongues knotted.

Everything about him stoked my rage with a demented thread of greed.

I pushed his chest. I kicked my legs. I did whatever it took to keep him from stealing everything.

With a feral moan, he—

“I appreciate your eagerness to start fucking your way through all your fantasies, Ward, but perhaps you could wait until we get inside the building?” Victor’s amused voice cut through the utter destruction of Henri’s kiss.

His mouth tore from mine as he looked up. Two pairs of legs stood over us.

I cringed as Roland clapped and winked. “You can keep going, Henri, I don’t mind. A show’s a show.”

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