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His lips were my own personal hell.
They were either his biggest lie, or his greatest betrayer. Every kiss he’d ever given me, when we were in love or in hate, told me how he cared. Told me how he longed. Craved. Pined. Mourned. Despaired. Told me he was as desperate for me as ever.
I hated him for it, and I couldn’t get enough, my hands driving into his hair, nails scoring against his scalp, tongue diving in to taste his liquor sweet breath, clashing with his as unwanted whimpers escaped my throat.
I let it go on for way too fucking long. I have no defense for myself there.
It was too good. Too sweet. Too bitter. Too pleasurable and too painful.
I lost myself so completely that at one point, I even let my hand pull at the chain around his neck, fingering the cursed object that it held, which was a complete slip-up. As soon as I realized I was doing it, I jerked my hand away.
Finally, it was my sex drive that put an end to that torture. I was throbbing from the inside out and addictive as it was, kissing him was not enough to physically satisfy me.
It was one of the few times in my life where I could say that my libido worked in my favor.
I started tearing at his shirt, wrenching at the front until buttons flew, shoving it off his shoulders, then pushing impatiently at his chest when it caught on his elbows.
He wouldn’t budge, still kissing me like I was the air he needed to breathe.
I’d almost forgotten. Dante always turned fucking into making love. Even when he was drunk. Even when it was rushed, hurried, hard, angry, or desperate. You name it, he turned it all into something more.
I didn’t want any of that.
I wasn’t here to make love.
I was here to make war.
I bit his tongue hard enough that he recoiled with a curse.
I smiled at him, a hostile baring of teeth, and pointed at his pants. “Clothes off. I didn’t come here to make out with you all night.”
He was too far gone to tell me no, thank God.
His eyes were glazed over, his breath short as he started to unbutton his slacks.
I rolled over onto my belly and began to crawl across the bed.
If he could resist that view, I’d lost my touch.
I didn’t want him to have control of any part of this, and I didn’t plan to let him kiss me again.
My ploy worked.
He was on my back before I could make it to the other side.
He covered me, lips on my shoulder, hands cupping my breasts right as I felt him lining his thick tip up at my entrance.
He paused too long there.
“Do it,” I bit out.
I hid it better, but I was as far gone as he. I needed this. Needed it like the possessed need an exorcism.
“Ask for it,” he spoke into my skin.
There he was. The Bastard I knew and loathed.
“Go die in a fire,” I gritted out, pushing back against him.
