“That’s because there’s a hit out on you, and your cousin put ideas in your head that are making you paranoid. If you really think about it, Lily, you’d see I’m simply an obsessed motherfucker who wants to be a part of your life.”
Suddenly, she lurches forward, her movements fast as she swaps the knife to her slinged hand before her palm slaps hard across my cheek, snapping my head to the side.
“Don’t lie to me!” she snarls, rage contorting her beautiful features.
Fucking stunning.
Smirking, I rub my inflamed cheek, hoping her hand leaves a permanent mark on me before taking a step towards her. She quickly steps back before taking another, and I hate that she feels like she has to back away.
How the fuck do I get through to her?
“I’m not fucking lying,” I hiss, letting the anger free in my voice as I stalk forward.
With every step back she takes, I take a big fucking step forward until her back hits the wall, and I cage her in, finally close enough for her scent to wrap around me.
“You must be lying,” she whispers, her blue eyes wide as I lean closer, invading her space.
“Why is it so hard to believe that I care about you?” I speak quietly this time. “Yes, sending you those pictures with a message is kind of psycho stalker, but think about the messagesthat were written. None of them were threatening. I was simply telling you that I knew who you were. That I knew how killing affects you.” Lifting my hand, I graze the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “How much it turns you on.”
I’m so close to her now, my lips hovering just over hers as we breathe the same intoxicating air. Then her hand slams into my chest, shoving me back hard before she grabs her knife from her slinged hand and swings it at me.
Stumbling back, I right myself just in time to dodge her attack before she’s coming at me like a charging bull, the intent to kill darkening her eyes. I brace for her impact, my instincts remaining on the knife, knowing if I don’t get it from her, she may very well fucking stab me.
As she collides with me, she flinches, her injuries still causing her pain, and I grip her wrist, keeping the knife at bay as we tumble to the floor. I take the impact as we land, not wanting her to get hurt, and the air whooshes from my lungs as her slight weight crashes into mine.
The clatter of the knife tumbles across the floor, thank fuck, and lightning fast, I shift from under her, rolling to put me on top.
I press my weight down, being careful not to crush her, and just like that, her legs part as I settle between them, pinning her free wrist next to her head with my iron grip.
“Stoptrying to kill me, Lily, and startlisteningto me,” I seethe mere inches from her face. “I fuckingloveyou. I willneverhurt you. I willneverwalk away. Not even if you try to kill me a trillion fucking times. I will keep coming back until you see what’s right in front of you.”
When she parts her lips to respond, I silence it by slamming mine to hers.
I expect resistance. I expect her to fight me, but instead, she melts, accepting my kiss with a fever that ignites each place where our bodies touch.
I release my hold on her wrists before she clutches onto my t-shirt, wrapping her legs around me, ravenous.
There’s nothing gentle about the way we touch, the way we kiss and grapple each other, desperate to crawl under eachother’s skin. My fingers weave through Lily’s copper hair, gripping tightly as I tilt her head to deepen the kiss, our tongues lashing with desperate need.
Rolling my hips against her, I feel, rather than hear her moan, breathing into my mouth as we kiss, and at the same time, she grinds herself against the outline of my hard length.
Barely breaking the kiss, I release her hair, my hands carefully shoving her oversized t-shirt up to expose her tits, no bra in sight. Being careful to avoid her slinged arm, I cup one of her breasts before rolling her nipple, and she hooks her legs around me, dragging me torturously hard against her heated core.
Breaking the kiss, I dive down to latch onto her nipple as my hands find her hips, prying her legs off me to work her knickers down one leg.
Lily is just as fevered, her nails digging into my back under my t-shirt before moving to my jeans and trying to undo the button with one hand. When I bite down on her nipple, she cries out, releasing the zip to grip my hair and hold me to her intensely peaked bud. I bite down harder, and she grinds on me again, and fuuuuck, I love how feral she is right now. How much she’s letting go and showing me what she craves.
While she’s busy holding my head to her, I work my jeans down, freeing my aching cock and run it through her slick folds.
“Asher,” she cries out, her needy cunt rising up, seeking my cock with desperate hunger.
Releasing her nipple, I come up to hover over her mouth.
“Do you believe me, Angel?” I nip at her lips as I speak. “Do you believe that I love you? That I’mnotyour enemy?”
She whimpers, grinding her slick folds over my tip, but I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet. Not until she answers me.
“Lily? Do you believe me?” I ask, my voice raspy with lust as I pull back, our gazes instantly locking, and fuck… she nods.
