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Another few minutes of her touching me and I would’ve been a goner.
But she didn’t give me a few minutes.
She gave me seconds.
A cluster of awful moments and a condemning curse that echoed in my ears long after she stalked from the conservatory and left me on the floor.
“The day I willingly let you have me is the day you should fear me.” She smiled and tucked messy hair behind my ears, almost sweetly, sisterly. My skin blazed where her fingertips had been.
“The moment I kiss you back, Kassen Sands, you’ll be at my mercy, not the other way around. Take me against my will, and I won’t just take your body in return; I will take your heart. I will unearth all the love that you’ve suppressed so, so deep inside you, and I will make you curse the very day you decided to trap me.” Standing, she backed away, shrugging lazily as if electricity didn’t crackle between us and the very walls didn’t drip with our lust. “Take me against my will, and I will show you what heartbreak can do to a man like you.”
Fuck, who was this girl?
“A man like me?” I barked, already panting like a love-sick fool as she crossed the threshold.
She turned her back on me. “A man who’s desperate for someone to call his own.”
She left.
“Fuck!”
I shouted at no one. Just an empty glasshouse, my ears ringing as my voice boomeranged back. My hands fisted to punch something.
How?
How did she read me so goddamn well?
And what exactly could I do to stop her curse from coming true?
Because I would take her.
I would fuck her.
Hundreds, no, thousands of times.
I couldn’t live with her and not be inside her.
Welcomed or forced, it didn’t matter at this point. I had to have her. Again and again.
So what did that say of me that instead of being eager for her fight, I was rock hard and starving for her threat.
I wanted the day when she finally kissed me back.
I wanted the heartbreak she promised me.