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“It’s always been you. I can’t fucking stand you, but yet, I want nothing more than to spend every single day with you. You’ve got me fucked up and you always will.” His words are bitter, but it’s the most truthful thing he’s ever said to me.
I want to be happy about his words, but I can’t be. Not when they’re filled with venom. Not when he says he wants to spend all his time with me, but still can’t stand me. How is that supposed to make me feel?
Before I have a chance to respond, he’s back in my personal space. His body is so close to mine, and I can feel him pressed up against me.
“I fucking hate you.” I choke out the words, fighting back the tears that are threatening to fall.
I put my hand on his chest, planning to push him away, but he grips my wrist with his fingers. “Stop trying to get away from me.”
“I just told you that I fucking hate you. I want nothing more than to get away from you,” I lie, gritting my teeth, pushing my thighs together, cursing my body for being attracted to this mess of a man.
“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean you don’t want me.” He smirks, his hands moving from my wrist and up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
I can feel my heartbeat in my ears, a tingling sensation resting in the pit of my stomach. His hands travel across my shoulders, until his thumb rests on the beating pulse of my neck.
My head tilts back, almost as if I’m inviting him to do whatever he wants with me, and maybe I am.
“What do you want from me?” I gasp, unable to control myself any longer.
I feel his hand tighten around my neck, and I briefly wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. Or even feel it beneath his fingers.
He leans his towering frame down, his lips brushing mine.
“I want you, Sophia. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Even when I fucking hate you.”
I can feel his hot breath on my lips, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, watching his gaze drop.
“Knox,” I whisper breathlessly. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed with the way my body is reacting to him.
His lips crash into mine, and my hands instinctively wrap around his neck.
All the years I’ve been dreaming about what it would feel like to finally taste Knox, and this is nothing compared to that.
With a gentle stroke of his tongue, he deepens the kiss, his hand tightening around my neck. Instead of being repulsed by it, I’m turned on. His lips trail from mine, his teeth nipping at my chin, his tongue running across my neck.
“Knox,” I breathe out, arching my back, practically begging him to do more. His scent assaults my senses, a mix of cinnamon and pine. Everything about him fogs up my brain.
His rough hands are now brushing the sliver of bare skin between my leggings and tank top. I take a breath, my body pushing against his––as if it could get any closer.
His tongue swipes the swell of my breast and I feel my nipples harden against the material of my shirt.
I feel his hands grip the flesh of my waist, hoisting me up on the countertop. He steps between my legs, and I can feel how hard he is through his shorts.
“Fuck, Sophia.” He groans, his voice gravelly, his hands roaming up my shirt, and his lips crashing onto mine.
The ache between my legs escalates with every brush of his tongue. His rough hands push my shirt up over my head, his fingers brushing against my nipples, causing me to gasp.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He leans his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “How long I’ve dreamt of this.”
“I still fucking hate you,” I whisper, my body jolting when his thumb brushes against the lace material of my bra.
“The feeling is mutual,” he growls, flicking my bra off with an expertise that I shouldn’t be shocked he has.
I gasp when he pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue against the bud, his hands palmed against my back.
“Did it feel this good when Kai fucked you?” he grates, anger evident in his words.
“Fuck you, Knox,” I say, trying to shove him off me but only making him grip me tighter.
