“I hate you,” I whispered against his mouth, even though my nails were already digging into his shoulders, even though I was grinding against him like I needed him inside me again.
“No, you don’t,” he growled, and the sound of his voice vibrated straight through my throat and into my cunt. “You hate that you love me.”
“Shut up,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me without a single effort, like I weighed nothing, like I was something he owned.
“Don’t say s**t like that to me. Not after everything. Not when I still want to slap you. Not when I still want to f*****g scream.”
His hands were on my ass, gripping tight, pressing me so hard into the wall I could feel the paint digging into my spine. And f**k, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
“I’m not forgivi
