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His addiction ignites mine. It sets mine alight with barely a flicker of a flame and stokes it until it’s a consuming roar, until every second is about fulfilling the tempting crave that flows through my veins.
Every word, every touch, every kiss. Every single thing he does is bad. But I’m addicted to the bad. I want the bad. I need the bad. I fucking crave the bad.
I fight. He doesn’t.
By not fighting, every time he touches me, he destroys me a little.
But I’m far too weak to walk away.
The elevator doors open and he’s standing there in front of me, his shirt half untucked, his eyes dark, his chest heaving. He reaches forward and grabs my wrist. He tugs me from the elevator, the sound of his labored breathing filling the lobby.
The buzz from his fingers wrapped at my wrist spreads up my arm. Goose bumps follow it, coating my skin as he pulls me into his apartment. Then he releases me, leaving me cold and alone in the hallway.
My eyes follow him as he walk into the kitchen. They follow him as he reaches into two cupboards and pulls out a glass and a bottle of whisky. I watch as he pours two fingers of the amber liquid into the glass and tips it back in one go.
I hide my flinch as the glass hits the countertop in a deafening crash.
“You drive me crazy. And not always in a good way.” Tyler’s voice carries through his apartment, echoing through the silence. “A relationship. We said we’d make it work. I’m trying, Liv. I’m trying so fucking hard, but you keep changing your mind. One minute, you’re hot. Then you’re cold.”
I draw in a deep breath because he’s right. It’s true. I’m all over him one minute then nowhere near him the next. But if he could see inside my head, remember what I do, fear what I do, then maybe it would make sense.
Maybe it would make sense if I could put my weaknesses into words.
“What is it, Liv? What the hell do you want? Because you better start making your fucking mind up before I make it for you.” He turns and his eyes bore into mine, the city lights seeping in through the windows, reflecting off the shadows of his gaze. “What do you want?”
I drop my purse and slowly walk to him. My heels click against the marble kitchen floor, each clack strengthening my resolve.
I stop an inch away from him and look up at him. The shadows play across his face, making the intensity of his expression scary and alluring at the same time.
Slowly, I reach down to the hemline of my dress, and crossing my arms, I pull it up and over my head.
His eyes never leave mine. Through every one of my movements, they are fixated wholly on my gaze.
I reach forward and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. I tease the material until it’s completely free from his pants and step back, bringing him with me.
“You,” I answer, opening the balcony doors with one hand. “I want you, Ty. Every second of every day. If you knew how much, if you could see into the insanity inside my mind, you might have a chance at understanding.”
“Then let me see,” he whispers, reaching his hand toward my face.
I block him. “But I have to have you on your terms. That’s the problem. You’re giving me everything, but you’re not letting me take what I need.”
“I don’t understand.”
The chill of the night air ghosts across my bare skin. I drop my hands to his pants and undo his belt then the button. I push him back a step then yank the material down. It pools at his ankles.
“Sometimes, I need you on my terms.” I ease my fingers beneath the waistband of his pants and slowly push them down, bending as I guide them over his legs. “And sometimes, you have to let me have you that way.”
He’s still hard, and his cock jerks when I wrap my hand around him.
“Liv.” He hisses my name from between his teeth.
I ignore him and press my lips to the head of his dick. I flick my tongue out, tasting a small drop of come, before I take him in my mouth fully. I glide my lips across his smooth skin and run my tongue over the vein throbbing at the side of his shaft. My movements are slow and deep, my fingers firmly wrapped around the base of him, my tongue drawing swirling movements across his hardness.
He dives his hands into my hair, tangling my loose locks hard around his fingers. The sting radiates across my scalp and makes my eyes water, but I welcome it.
I welcome the physical pain to block out the emotional.
My free hand finds his hip and my fingers dig into his hot skin as I grip him tight. His hips jerk, his cock hitting the back of throat. I fight my gag at the sudden intrusion and open my mouth wider, move faster, take him deeper.
