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“You know what’s in those woods. You know what hurt me,” I whisper.
He watches me intently, his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching. “You were alone.”
“You wouldn’t have saved me anyway, if you were with me. You threw me out in the middle of the night.” I don’t expect him to drive me home and tuck me into bed, but I never imagined after everything that’s happened, he would throw me into the wild with nothing but my backpack and a shirt on my back.
He drags his hand up, until his fingers span across my jaw, keeping my eyes pinned to his. “Just because I want to hurt you doesn’t mean anyone else is allowed to.”
“You shouldn’t want to hurt me, either,” I croak, frustrated tears burning behind my eyes. I blink them away, yet they still come, continuous, disappointed. In him, and in myself.
He smirks, though it’s not friendly in the slightest. “I want to do many things to you, Hazel.” His fingers tighten, digging into my jaw. “Doing witchcraft in my house is enough for me to kill someone. You realize that, right? What kind of a fool are you to do something so foolish?” he snaps.
“It wasn’t what you think. You won’t listen to me,” I whisper, sounding more defeated than I ever wanted to in front of him.
He steps back, leaving me flush with the wall as he walks backward, his black pants and black sweatshirt making him look like a thief in the night. He’s a sinner, one of the wicked, an absolute nightmare, and he’s never been more handsome. “So tell me then, little witch. Explain why I shouldn’t fucking toss your ass in Lake Superior and be done with you for good.”
I stare at him, his sharp jaw, the murky brown eyes that swirl with the darkness I crave, his inky hair that lays in a mess on top of his head, untamed yet perfect as it is. He makes me breathless, makes me lose my words.
I grow warm, a heat and wet arousal making its way to my lower belly. My thighs quake as I think of how dangerous this man is, and everything he’s done to me. How he fucks me ruthlessly. How his fingers know how to find that one spot in me that causes me to buck against him. The way he digs into my skin and how he causes me pain, and I like it, but only when it comes from him.
I swallow down my pant, my eyes lowering with lust, when I should be thinking of anything but.
His eyes narrow, as if he realizes what I’m thinking, how my mind swirls with too many emotions to concentrate on only one. How he makes my mind a muddy mess. It’s as if he can see what he makes me feel, and how those feelings have changed, if only slightly. His irises darken further, his body turning to stone in front of me.
Then he’s on me, his body pressed against mine, his pointer finger against my lips, his forehead grazing my temple. “No, I take that back. I don’t want to hear one word come out of your mouth unless it’s you moaning my name.” His lips fall to mine, demanding, possessive, molding me to him. When I whimper, those pouty lips separate mine, and he spears his tongue into my mouth, sliding against my teeth and my tongue, tasting every inch of me. Taking me as his.
Claiming me.
I’m not in control of my body as my hands raise, and I bring them to the back of his neck, my fingers burying in his hair. I tug on the messy ends, pulling him against me, until I can feel his hardness between his legs.
He pulls his lips from mine, dragging them against my cheek, along my jaw, and up to my ear. “I don’t think I want to share you anymore,” he whispers, his teeth dragging down my neck. I shiver, my fingers digging into his nape. His hand wraps around my waist, pressing into my lower spine, holding me tight. The warmth of his hard body seeps into me, and I sigh as he finds his way back to my mouth, his lips securing against mine with even more urgency.
“We aren’t friends,” he rasps.
I nod. “Obviously,” I whimper.
“We aren’t lovers,” he says, his hands dropping below my ass, his fingers locking under the backs of my thighs. He lifts me into his arms, and my legs wrap around his waist. I grind down on his erection, my eyes fluttering closed when it hits my naked sex beneath the shirt.
“I know,” I groan, not wanting to be, yet he’s becoming an addiction I can’t get away from.
“We are enemies, Hazel,” he growls as he steps away from the wall, walking over to the mattress. He drops me down, and my arms release from around his neck, bouncing above my head. My hair flutters around my wrists, and he watches me from beside the mattress, his eyes lowered. “We’ll never be anything but enemies.”
I nod at him, realizing this is true. Maybe in a different world, we could’ve been something different, something more. But in this world, in Castle Pointe, we can never be anything but what we are.
His knee sinks into the mattress, directly between my knees. Sliding it up, the fabric around his knee brushes my core, the white shirt floating around his leg. “But just because we’re enemies, doesn’t mean anyone else gets to have you.”
I let out a whimper as his hand reaches my wrists, his fingers cinching around them. “I’ve realized that I’d rather give you pain than see anyone else give you pleasure.”
His free hand goes to my thigh, dragging my shirt up over my hips, resting it against my ribs. “From this moment on, I’ll be the only one bruising your skin. I’ll be the only one touching your pussy. And I’ll for sure be the only one giving you an orgasm.”
I moan in response, his fingers trailing down to rest on my drenched folds, before his pointer finger slides into my sex. He curls it, and my spine arches off the mattress, pleasure rocketing through me violently. I’m tender, slightly sore from how much he’s been between my legs, but it’s a delicious soreness, one I want more of.
Sliding off the bed, his hand leaves my wrist while he shifts down my body. Hot breath puffs from his lips against my wetness, and I shiver, my legs trembling as he digs his fingers into the skin around my knees, shoving my legs wide. With eyes locked on mine, he lowers his head, his tongue slipping out and gliding between my folds. He moans, the vibrations ricocheting against my skin and straight into my belly. I buck against his mouth, and his hand goes down on my abdomen, keeping me pinned to the mattress.
He slips his tongue in deep, fucking me quickly, and I can’t stop from grinding against him, searching for my own rhythm.
“Oh, yes… Felix,” I moan.
His tongue glides up to my clit, flattening and pressing harder, before he sucks it into his mouth. My eyes go wide, and I let out a scream as an orgasm flies through me without warning. My hands fly down automatically, and I grasp at his hair, pulling it roughly as I scream out my release.
