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“Not sure what you’re talking—goddammit,” I hiss as she kicks me in the shin.

“You are the worst human alive. You seriously disgust me in every way.” She tugs at her wrist, and I release her. “I hope you suffocate on your arrogance. Choke on it in your sleep and die a slow, painful death knowing no one will miss you. I’d like nothing more than to rip your balls off and feed them to my cat!”

“Wow, that’s rich coming from someone who’s just as full of herself. You walk around with your nose so high, you think accountability doesn’t apply to you—”

“Oh,that’show I act?”

“Yeah, you’re welcome for pointing it out.”

“And you’re welcome for pointing out what an ass you are!” She looks over my shoulder, and her cheeks blaze a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

“Uh. . . hey. . .” Brady says.

“Hi. . . I didn’t know—”

“Get out,” I demand.

“With pleasure—”

“Not you.” I turn to the boys. “Get the fuck out.”

“Yep.”

“Got it.”

“We were just leaving.”

“Good luck, buddy.” Mitchell pats me on the shoulder as they disappear down the hallway.

Her chest heaves in and out, matching the pounding of my heart. We’re locked in a wordless battle, but a spark ignites between us, kindled by vengeance and passion. She may be angry, but I’m fucking furious. Since the day she walked back into my life, everything has been messed up.

And. I’m. Fucking. Done.

“You got anything else to say to me, sweetheart?”

“I hate you.”

“Good. Now that we got that out of the way—” I haul her into me. There’s no pushback. No hesitation. Just anger and passion. I crash my lips to hers. She fights me, pushing back, then thrusts her fingers through my hair, gripping me closer. I cup her ass in my palms, loving the way her body wraps around mine. My tongue finds hers, and we fight for control. I squeeze her cheeks, and she moans, thrusting against my aching erection. I want nothing more than to slam my cock inside her. Ruin her for any other guy. Suck on her tits. Bite her flesh—

“Fuck,” I growl against her lips, walking us down my hallway. At no point do I release her mouth. Nor do I ever want to.

When we hit my bedroom, I toss her onto the bed. “You’re going to be sorry for the not-so-nice things you said to me.”

Lust brightens her eyes, almost emanating a glow of desire and need. “I doubt that.” Her attempt to stay in control makes me chuckle. It’s fucking cute.

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. I’m done playing nice. I’m done playing these silly games.” I grab at her feet, hauling her down the bed. She pulls off her shirt while I rip down her jeans. I salivate at the sight of her pink panties as I toss my shirt off. Tugging at the button of my jeans, I lose my patience. I need my mouth on her. Now. Bending forward, I push her soaked pink thong to the side and suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips buck, and I cup her ass, pressing her closer to me. My tongue laps at her cunt, loving every lick. Her thighs tremble around me, and I suck harder. Her taste is like a drug I ache for. No, fucking fiend for. It’s like I’ve been starved for months and she’s my first meal.

I work her up. Her short little pants give me life as I spread her open and push two fingers inside. Her body takes me in, sucking at my fingers as I stroke her slick cunt. “Tell me how much you hate me,” I hum against her clit, licking and lapping.

“The worst kind. . . of hate,” she moans, and I take that as an invitation to add a third. She bucks again, and I lay my hand on her lower belly, forcing her to stay put. My tongue laps at her as I stroke her deep, coaxing her pretty little pussy to tighten around me.

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I press deeper, and it sends her over the edge. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling to the point of pain. Her body vibrates around me as she coats my tongue in her orgasm. When her legs begin to weigh heavy around me, I let them fall. I’m hard as steel, trying to get my jeans and boxers past my erection. After I kick them off, I grab a condom from my nightstand and slide it down my shaft.

“How bad do you hate me, sweetheart?”

“Enough that this is going to be just the thing I need to get you out of my system.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” I climb on the bed, blanketing my body over hers. She still has her bra on, and it pisses me off. I rip the clasp and shove the straps down, revealing her perky tits. Her little gasp pleases me, and I waste no time. My lips crush over hers, and I take her mouth, wanting her to taste herself on my tongue. “For an angry little brat, you sure do taste sweet,” I murmur against her lips, kissing her harder. She gives the same fire, grabbing my ass and digging her nails into my skin.

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