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His demeanor began to shift; his earlier arrogance overtaken by blistering tension.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down, slowly, slowly, slowly. He watched my every movement, jaw working, molars clenched tight.
I waited, allowing the tension to simmer, allowing him to look as much as he wanted. His fingers twitched toward my hips before he curled them into fists.
That was my cue.
I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of my jeans, peeled them down my thighs, and kicked them off. Then I stood in front of him, half-naked, wearing nothing but two dainty strips of wine-colored lace.
He wasn’t breathing or moving anymore. A bunch of veins in his neck and forearms were protruding, his muscles bulged, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to fight me or fuck me. To be fair, I wasn’t sure which one I wanted either.
I toyed with the delicate hem of my panties, flicking it once. Twice. Three separate muscles in his jaw spasmed as he watched my fingers hungrily. His fists were white.
“I know,” I said. “I lookgreatnaked.”
His glare was lethal.
The silence even more so.
We were locked in a staring contest now, neither of us willing to back down.
And then he said, “Get on the bed.”
It was an order. There was no question about it, no room for argument.
Excitement shot up my torso. I leaned forward, my lips brushing his as I whispered my defiance. “Make. Me.”
Time stood still for exactly one heartbeat.
And then his hands were on me, and the world went up in flames.
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It wasfire on blistering fire.
Our bodies crashed into each other as Adrien’s muscled arms wrapped around me, his hungry mouth crushing mine.
The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t pretty or nice or romantic. It was weeks of anger and frustration and pent-up tension boiling over. It was all the hatred he claimed we didn’t feel for one another. It was pure hunger and need.
Neither of us wanted to want this, and we were hellbent on punishing each other for it. To me, it was all his fault. To him, it was all mine.
So, we fought.
I clawed at his back, and he dug his fingers into my hips. I pulled at a fistful of his hair, and he crushed me against the wall. Our tongues pushed and shoved at each other, our teeth biting too hard. It was feral, hungry, savage.
Maybe this was what we needed. Maybe we just had to fuck each other once, get it out of our systems, and move on. Maybe we weren’t physically compatible, and this whole thing would be a dud anyway. We were being too combative, too aggressive, too ferocious. It felt like a competition, like we were fighting for dominance, neither of us willing to submit to the other. It was—
Adrien broke the kiss.
“Stop fighting me,” he demanded, body pressed flush against mine. I could feel every hard edge of muscle and arousal on him.
“You’re fightingme,” I panted back.
“Because you’re trying to take control.”
“Well it’s not like I’m going to let youhave it.”
“We’re going to draw blood if we keep going like this,” he said.
