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“If I did, you would’ve given me more liberties. But you still have these walls where I don’t have the keys to its doors. I know it’s because of your childhood, I know you don’t trust that I won’t leave if you open those doors, but you need to give me those keys. I already opened myself up to you fully, so it’s time you do the same. It’s time you…let go.”
Adrian’s chest tightens against my palm, and I can feel his heartbeat skyrocketing even as he tries to hold on to his eternal calm. “You can ask for anything and I’ll slaughter everything in my path so it’s yours, but I can’t give you what I’m incapable of.”
Tears barge to my eyes. “Is that really what you think?”
“It’s not what I think. It’s the truth.”
My heart breaks, its pieces splintering into the cavity of my chest and prickling the skin. It doesn’t matter if I don’t believe what he’s saying to be true, that I’m certain he can let go if he tried. If he doesn’t believe it himself and keeps his emotions under lock and key, there’s no way I’ll be able to get inside.
And that hurts more than I ever imagined.
“Lia…” He wipes beneath my eyes, taking away the rolling tears. “Don’t cry.”
I push his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
His jaw clenches. “I know you’re upset, but I told you, not touching you is out of the fucking question.”
“Even if you repulse me?” I’m trying to be hurtful at this point, but I don’t care. He’s the one who hurt me first.
I ripped my heart out and placed it on a platter in front of him and he just ignored it.
He grabs me by the chin, tilting my head back so he can peer down at me with his punishing eyes. “Even if I repulse you.”
“I hate you.”
“Lia,” he warns.
“What, Adrian?”
“Take that back.”
“No.”
“If you don’t, I’ll fuck it right out of you.”
“I’ll still hate you.”
He backs me against the wall, using his hold on my jaw and I gasp as my behind hits the solid surface.
The sound is swallowed by his lips on mine. His kiss is imploring, dominating, and harsh, meant to punish me and make me fall to my knees in front of him.
I don’t, though.
Instead of submitting to him as usual, I bite down hard on his lower lip until a metallic taste explodes on my tongue.
If I thought that would stop him, I’m far from right. He grabs both of my wrists and slams them above my head on the wall, but he doesn’t release my mouth.
His tongue darts out, licking the blood before he bites my lip. He doesn’t break the skin, but I whimper at the savage force of it.
As if that isn’t enough, he slips his other hand between my legs. I shiver at his wild touch, at how his palm forces its way against the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
He bunches my panties, then rips them off. The motion always, without a doubt, gets my pussy wet and aching.
Adrian thrusts two ruthless fingers inside me, ripping a moan from my throat.
Holy shit.
It doesn’t matter how many times he touches me, every time he does, my body craves his roughness and mercilessness, his punishments and his sadism.
