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Nowhelooks furious… but there’s no chance he’s angrier than I am.
No, the darkness in his eyes still isn’t anger.
I don’t know what’s going on here. This is totally uncharted territory. Mostly. He’s never lookedthis ready to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to bed before. His heavy breathing doesn’t help the scorching desire to be underneath him.
Which only makes me angrier.
“I’m going now. Don’t come near me ever again.”
Still, he says nothing.
His expression is that of fear mixed with lust. There’s some sort of internal battle happening, and I should probably get out of the way of it.
After today, I should never be in the same room as him again.
We’re so toxic together.
“Casper, let…go.” I pull, but his grip is too tight. “Get the hell away from me.”
His breathing is too quick, and there’s a lot of indecision in that stony expression.
“Casper!” I tug the hand that he’s still caged against his stomach, but he doesn’t budge.
Will we just stand here until we die, then?
He’ll be going down first.
I yank again but get nowhere. “Casper! For fuck’s sake, if you’re not going to give me a proper explanation, let me go.”
If. Why the hell is there an if? I just need to get away, even if he’s about to recite sonnets. As I’m about to go dead weight on him and drop to the floor, wishing I’d thought of that sooner, he pushes me back against the door.
This is either the point where he strangles me or kisses me. Maybe that’s the best way to defeat him. To kiss him, lower his defences, and then deliver the final blow.
“Casper!”
His breathing increases, blowing across my lips and bringing my body to life. I stifle a moan. I can’t be this turned on by this twat anymore.
“No,” I say. “You know what, fuck you, arsehole! I fuckinghateyou!”
I tug my hand harder to get away. Or I try to. He grabs them both and pins them to the door above my head. I’m now completely powerless, at his mercy, and he’s not the kind of man to be merciful.
“Get off me…”
His mouth slams down against mine, stealing the air from my lungs.
I’m stunned for a second, but I break quickly, hatred and anger fuelling something deep inside of me I know I’ll never understand.
Then… I kiss him back.
The groan that rips from his throat makes me arch into him. I dig my fingers into his chest, scraping my nails into his flesh, wanting more than anything to hurt him.
His lips are firm, desperate, and domineering. He growls at my attack and presses his body flush with mine, kissing me harder. Our lips cling to each other, tasting, biting.
We’re crazed, trying to kill each other with our mouths, like this is the last thing we will do before we die.
It might be the last thing we do before he dies.
Fuck, I hate him so much.
