Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Swallowing hard, he grunted, “This is me, Ily. All of me. You can’t change me. I. Can’t. Change. God knows I’ve tried. I hate being this way. I hate that I can’t let you go. I hate that I can’t stop. I hate that you hate me, but when you look at me the way you are—without all that loathing I deserve—you make me wonder if I could have your heart…after all.”
I couldn’t look away.
The hollowness of his cheeks and intensity of his smoky eyes…
It was a terrible, terrible thing to be in lust with your enemy.
A tragic, tragic thing to completely forget why you should hate him when every part of your heart said mine.
God, this needs to stop…before it’s too late.
His hips drove into mine, fucking me slowly, thoroughly.
Ahhh, don’t stop…I take it back.
Don’t.
Stop.
My clit hummed.
My lower belly tightened.
My vision grew hazy as he grabbed my throat and added punishment to my pleasure. Squeezing me above my collar, he hovered over my mouth again. His pace increasing. His cock plunging and withdrawing.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
His curse almost made me come.
I moaned as he rutted shallower, crueller—
“You’re mine, Ilyana,” he growled. “Every piece. You’re mine to use. My slave to fuck.” His voice turned guttural. “Mine to defend. Mine to kill for. Mine, do you hear me? All mine, always mine…whether you hate me or not.”
I couldn’t speak anymore.
Deny anymore.
He blinded me, deafened me—
“Kiss me,” he suddenly whispered, his plea hot on my lips.
My eyes shot wide, fogged with clouds of passion.
Our stare locked.
His breath caught.
And then…
…his mouth slammed over mine.
I froze.
I died.
I waited for him to realise his mistake and stop…
Only this time—
He didn’t.
Plastering me to the wall, he fucked me.
And while his body violently claimed mine, his tongue speared into my mouth.
Trapped against his powerful bulk I had nowhere to go, nowhere to flee.
He kissed me.
Kissed me.
Damn, did he kiss me.
His tongue hunted mine. His dark taste full of rain and lightning.
His primal growl detonated every piece of cellotape holding my cardboard fortress together.
Not just a kiss.
A reckoning.
A plundering.
A takeover.
His hands pawed at my body, setting fire to every cell. His touch brutal and unkind. His fingers decorating me with pain and ownership.
Every thrust, he grunted.
Every plunge, he shuddered.
He kissed me as if I was his only reason for existing.
And I had no choice.
None whatsoever.
He stole a kiss, but he gave me his soul.
And an exchange happened right there against the wall.
A forlorn heart for a lonely heart.
A forsaken life for a forbidden life.
And I broke.
I slung my arms around his shoulders.
I opened my legs wider.
I kissed him back.
The moment I licked him, his restraint—what restraint?—exploded.
Our kiss turned demonic. Violent. Hedonistic.
We went to war with each other; we devoured each other.
Our teeth clacked, our breaths threaded, our lips bruised and worshipped.
And that was where it happened.
A meditative quality cascaded over my mind, silencing all thoughts, worries, and fears. My spirit expanded through my body, billowing from my chest into every organ, bone, and limb.
I tingled in my extremities.
My sensitivity became excruciating.
My awareness arrowed on him.
Just him.
Always him.
His hot hands on my breasts.
His hot tongue in my mouth.
His burning, burning body as he rode me and smothered me, trying to crawl all the way inside me.
Our hearts synchronized.
Our souls forged.
I became aware of everything, all while knowing nothing at all.
Energy spiralled between us.
A vortex, a helix…
Synergy.
Salvation.
An orgasm tingled.
A full-body, heart-bonded release—
“Ily—” He bit my throat, making me bleed again.
Knowing he took my lifeforce.
Knowing he needed such primitive connection.
My climax hovered on a painful crest.
And for a moment, I touched pure, pure happiness.
Yes.
Yes…
“Fuck—” His black voice entered my subspace. “I need you to come. Come for me, little dream. Come because you want me…just as much as I want you.”
My eyes flew wide.
Dream.
He sucked in a breath, noticing his slip.
His rhythm faltered just for a second.
Just enough for the rapture within me to crack.
Heinous truth flooded back.
This is wrong.
He’s wrong.
What on earth are you doing?
What mad delusion had I drunk to believe, even for a second, that I wanted this man after what he’d done to me.
“Stop,” I whimpered.
“Merde, you taste divine. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so damn long.” He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose. “Every damn day.”
He kissed my lips.
Drinking me down.
Drugging me.
“Stop,” I whispered into his mouth. “You have to—”
“Come,” he groaned. “Come with me—”
“Stop,” I snapped. “Henri, please.”
He didn’t hear me.
Too far gone.
Too deep.
Too dark.
I was shattering, splintering—
“Let me go!” I scratched his shoulders, all while my body tensed to release in rip-roaring agony.
He thrust.
Hard.
Viciously, brutally hard.
Short, sharp, savage pumps.
An assault on my body and mind.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
That meditative fog only grew thicker, making me heavy and lost.
My blood sang.
My core clenched.
My climax didn’t belong to me anymore.
It belonged to him.
“Stop…” I begged even as my hips gyrated and back arched.
My mind said no more, but my body said give me everything.