The crooked smile makes a reappearance. “Hey now, don’t be hating on it. Got you to kiss me, didn’t it?”
“I was going to anyway.”
“Sure,” he drawls.
Just to make a point, I kiss the brat.
“You didn’t answer me”
Chewing his bottom lip, he whispers. “I remember.”
My thumb strokes the delicate skin behind his ear. “Then you’ll know why, even after all this time and heartbreak, you’re worth everything to me. You found me when I was lost. You held me together as best as you could. And maybe it wasn’t our time, maybe we both were too heavy, or maybe the universe just dealt us shitty cards, but I think it had to be this way. It’s my turn to holdyoutogether.”
He’s shaking as he collapses against me, clutching me like I’m his life raft. I know there’s more he hasn’t told me; it’ll probably tear me to shreds. Silently, I curse whoever or whatever caused him this level of pain as I kiss his hair, his eyes, his lips.
“You hate me,” he whimpers into my neck.
“We’ve already establishedthat’s a lie.”
“No, youdo. I just told you I hate crying and you go and say all this emotional shit like I’m not gonna just fucking breakdown all over again.”
I pull back and cock a brow. “Really?”
“Yes,really,” he snaps. “It’s payback, isn’t it?”
Fighting a smile, I mutter, “No, you idiot,” and try to kiss him. He turns his head like a petulant toddler. I grab his jaw, smushing his cheeks. “If itwaspayback… I’d tell you how I felt myself come back to life the night I saw you again.”
He shakes me off and rubs his leaking eyes with his middle fingers.
I can’t help laughing. “You’re cute.”
His lips twitch up.
“You’re enjoying this way too much you fucking sadist.”
Grabbing his wrists, I drag him into my lap.
Like a switch is flicked, he thrashes, nearly spilling the remains of our dinner all over the bed.
“Would you stop?” I grunt, forcing his ass down. He keeps flailing like a maniac. Releasing one wrist, I band an arm around his waist and smash him against my front.
“Keep bouncing on my dick and it’s going up your ass.”
He freezes, panting heavily; one hand rests over my heart, the other pinned between us. Then something bizarre happens.
A vicious look overtakes his features. The hand on my chest suddenly brackets my throat, smoky eyes boring directly into mine.
“This is a fantasy of yours, huh? Wrestling me into submission so you can tear me apart with your cock while I scream?”
My sweet, sassy boyfriend isn't in the room; he’s replaced by a deranged, feral animal.
“What the fuck? I’d never—”
“I don’t believe you,” he growls, rocking his hips. As good as the friction feels, I can’t ignore the hostility in his tone. Something is fucking wrong. Grasping his hips, I halt him.
“Stop.”
He snarls. “Why? It’s what you wanted.”
