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I don’t answer right away. I refuse. Instead, I do what I know makes him uncomfortable, I stare at him. I let myself drink him in. I absorb every inch of his painfully beautiful face. Physically he hasn’t changed. The only difference is that his hair is a little longer and his stubble has made way for a short beard. He’s still broad, strong, muscular. His skin is still deeply tanned, and he still has that sexy, infuriating look on his face.
God, I want him.
“You made mehateyou…”You made me love you.
He flinches drawing in a deep breath and for the briefest of moments I see regret flicker in his eyes. “The messages you sent…”
“Were from a girl who thought, maybe, you’d respond. Who thought, maybe, you’d have the decency to let her know you were okay. Who hoped you were the man she believed you to be.”
“I never promised anything,” he retorts, dismissing my feelings with a jerk of his chin.
“No, you didn’t, but youdidkiss me like you meant it. You kissed me like I meant something to you. I felt that. Ifeltthat.”
He laughs bitterly. “You begged me. I only did what you wanted, Connie.”
Connie…? I preferred it when he called me Little Siren. At least there is some meaning, some emotion behind his nickname for me. I don’t want him to call me Connie.
“You wanted it too.”
“It meant nothing… It wasjusta kiss,” he continues, throwing those words back in my face. I flinch at his coldness. Itdidmean something. It wasn’t just a damn kiss. Not to me and not to him. He can deny it all he likes if that makes him feel better about himself, but I know the truth and I’m not afraid of it.
“You put your lips against my pussy,” I throw back, revelling in the way that dirty word makes his pupils dilate and his jaw clench tighter. “You made me come so hard that you obliterated any chance of me wanting another man…” I clamp my lips shut, shaking now at the confession. The truth of the matter is, I lost my heart to Malakai the moment I laid eyes on him, way before any physical contact. No one will come close. Now or ever.
“I’m glad I could be of service.”
He’s glad to be of service?How dare he! His eyebrows lift as he gives me a self-satisfied smirk. The arsehole.
I lose it.
Rage whips through me like a tornado. Malakai must sense it because he steps back as I move forward. In four strides I’m standing before him, the flat of my hand stinging as it meets his cheek with a loud thwack.
“How dare you!” I seethe, twisting on my feet away from him. I’m too incensed to let the tears fall, but I know they’ll come later. When I’m alone, they’ll fall. Like a dam waiting a whole year to burst.
Before I know what’s happening, Malakai has gripped my arm and yanked me against his chest. The physical reaction between us sparks dangerously. The lust and want is mixed up with anger and hurt. I feel the incendiary energy whip up around us. It’s familiar, yet treacherous, threatening to tear us both apart. We’re breathing hard, and I have a sick sense of satisfaction from the bright red mark on his cheek. I want to slap him again, and I raise my hand to do just that.
Of course, he stops me, grabbing my other wrist too.
“You try that again and I’ll…” he snarls, breathing hard. His forehead presses against mine, his breaths falling hot and heavy against my lips.
“You’llwhat, Malakai?”
His chest heaves. His teeth grind in anger. His grip tightens and slowly, painfully slowly, his mouth moves closer to mine. For a couple long seconds we remain head-to-head, toe-to-toe. Two angry, damaged, stubborn people unable to back down. He hurt me, so I hurt him.
It’s only fair, right?
Maybe I was wrong to slap him.
Maybethisis wrong. This thing between us.
Loveshouldn’t hurt like this.
Pushing that rogue thought away, I grit my teeth and glare at him. I won’t be the one to submit, to back down. I won’t. He might be my soulmate. He might bethe one, but I am not a pushover. He has to understand the damage he’s caused. I have to have some self-respect.
“You’llwhat, Malakai? You’ll runagain?” I press, pushing his buttons. Driving in the knife and twisting. Hoping to hurt him as deeply as he’s hurt me.
“No, you’ll be the one who’s running, Connie, and when I catch you I’ll put you over my knee and spank your arse so damn hard you’ll see stars. Then I’ll soothe all the pain with my tongue and watch your writhe beneath me until you come so hard that you won’t know night from fucking day,” he retorts in a rush, not taking a moment to breathe.
What?
