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The electricity between us is charged with animosity now instead of lust...and the hand that was covering my mouth moves to my throat.
Ricardo shoots me such a vicious look, I feel it all the way down to my bones. "Get the fuck away from me," he growls low and deadly while removing his hand from my panties.
He slams the wall beside my head with one hand and the hand around my throat begins tightening. "You're a bitch, you're spiteful and you're a goddamn liar," he says, his breath tickling my ear. "You're venom—you and DeLuca deserve one another."
With that he releases me and I fall to the floor.
The torment and ache caused by his words and actions radiate throughout me. Tears prickle my eyes but I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Not anymore.
"God, I hate you," I say, with every single ounce of it that I feel for him.
For a moment, I see the pain in his eyes and I relish in it before he whispers, "Yeah, I know," and walks away.
I clutch a hand to my chest as two things occur to me in that moment.
One—it turns out that you can still break a broken heart.
And two—there really is a thin line between love and hate...because that line is the only thing co