Page 245 of Fatality

How the fuck is that even possible?

“But I can't. You found nothing, so how can I fucking break through that damn wall?”

I can feel the rage flaring through my veins.

Someone murdered the only person who ever cared for me, leaving me alone in this fucked-up world.

Evren looks at me for a few seconds before his grip tightens and his lips curl into a predatory leer.

“I'll be your tool, use me however you want. Destroying things is my reason to live.”

A sharp breath of surprise stops me dead.

He wants me to use him?

I shake my head, then give a sharp nod of agreement.

“That's my girl.” His voice carries a note of triumph.

“I'm not.”

“Sure, whatever you say.” He smirks.

“You're only my tool.” I look away, forcing him to either tighten his grip or let go. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Mmh.” He hums quietly. “It'll be the sexiest thing to witness.” He leans closer. “Besides, if you're making waves, I want to be part of it.”

“Of course you want to be part of the chaos.” I roll my eyes. “Does that turn you on?”

“Yes.”

He rolls his hips upward, creating friction between my baggy shorts and his jeans, proving that I hit the right spot.

Heat floods my face, I'm probably as red as his fucking streaks.

“Not the fucking moment, you perv.” I mutter under my shaky breath.

“With you, it's never the right moment.” He whispers against my cheek. “You'll always reject me until your body can't lie anymore.”

I swear, this man is fatal to my brain and body.

A violent shiver runs down my spine and settles deep in my core as he continues to roll his hips forward.

Heat spreads through my whole body, my heart pounds wildly against my ribs.

I see his gaze drop to my lips before snapping back to my eyes.

If he wants to play at this game, we’ll play.

I cup his face with both hands and roll my own hips against his.

His breath hitches, and his head falls back against the headrest. A faint blush spreads across his neck and ears.

“Don't stop, Riven.” he orders.

“Stop what?” I tilt my head, feigning innocence.

“Skimming little—” His grip leaves my chin and slides along my neck and collarbone.