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He slammed his lips to mine, his tongue like ash, his mouth like fire. He pressed his soot-covered frame against mine, and I inhaled the smell of smoke on his skin, melted against his hot body.
“I’m not staying here,” I said between raspy kisses.
“You will,” he replied while propping his thigh between my legs.
I tugged on his hair, exposing his neck as I buried my lips against his warm, dirty skin. “I’ll fight you.”
He tugged at the buttons of my shirt, sending them scattering across the floor as he ripped the soft material from my body. “I’ll take every fucking hit, Little Monster.”
My nipples pebbled, and he pinched them, rolling the sensitive tips between his rough thumbs and index fingers. “I’ll escape, Atticus.”
“You won’t.”
I ground against his thigh, moaning as he sunk lower to kiss my exposed skin. My breasts, my stomach. My inner thigh. He was on his knees before me, his heavy gaze looking up at me as if I was precious. “I will, Atticus. Don’t make me hurt you.”
He stared at my center and pried my legs apart with his strong hands. “I like to hurt,” he replied before burying his face against my pussy. I gasped, sucking in air as his hot breath washed over me in waves. His hand lifted my thigh over his shoulder, and I curled around him, feeling needy and angry all at once.
But I wanted to feel alive. I wanted to prove I was really here and I wasn’t going to play dead for him. My hands threaded through his brown hair, and I tugged on the strands as he flicked my clit with his tongue.
He dug his fingers into my muscles and held me still, tasting me. Devouring me. It was precious and damning all at once. I hated the way he commanded my body, because just like everything else in my life, he was in complete control. He had me whimpering and writhing against him, soaking up the feel of his mouth against me, savoring the way he murmured filthy words.
“You taste so sweet for someone so angry, Little Monster.”
“Fuck you,” I groaned. I didn’t hate Atticus. I hated feeling like my life wasn’t my own. My body wasn’t my own.
The damn air in my lungs was a lie, and he was stealing every breath.
“I’ll fuck you,” he said before moving his hand and shoving his thick finger inside of me, thrusting so beautifully my soul quivered.
“Shut up.”
He laughed, the hearty sound like staccato waves against my clit.
My exhausted limbs felt too damn tense. His heat, too potent. The world was a chaotic mess, and I couldn’t see the light. I couldn’t…I couldn’t…I needed this. I needed him. I needed him to give me the illusion of control. I needed to be able to say it, even if I couldn’t believe it. “I hate you.”
“You do. But you love me, too.” He pulled his fingers from my body, and his teeth nipped at my clit before his fingers sunk once more inside of me with such force I felt my pulse in my ears. The pressure was intense and I cried out, tingles forming on the back of my neck as my body came alive. Every cell in my body sparked to life.
He devoured me in a vengeful way, his lips and tongue making love to me in a way I’d never known I needed. He held me still, and I curled around him, the pressure building inside of me. The pressure to feel something. Anything real.
He stopped for a brief moment and looked up at me. “Why are you still crying?” he asked.
“Because.”
“Because of what?”
“Because you’re so fucking good at this, and I don’t want you to be.”
His laughter was primal, and I felt it against my skin. He pulled away, his eyes bright as his fingers traced my bottom lip. “I know you love me,” he said.
“You don’t know shit, Atticus.”
“I know you.”
He went back to licking my clit.
I felt my orgasm building as he pushed his fingers in and out of me. Harder and harder. His other hand gripped my thigh, and I writhed, taking everything he was giving. Stealing what was his.
I was drowning in his voice. His body. His scent. His everything. Even when I closed my eyes, I could see him. I could fucking see him. And it pissed me off.
