Chapter 3
Breaking Point
“Make me.”
The words barely left his mouth before Damien closed the gap. His lips crashed into mine rough, demanding, full of every argument we’d ever had. I gasped against him, hands flying to his chest to push him away, but instead my fingers twisted into his shirt and pulled him closer.
I hated him. I hated how good he tasted.
“f**k you,” I muttered between kisses, biting his lower lip hard enough to make him growl.
“Yeah?” He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against mine, possessive and hungry. “You’ve wanted this for months, Elena. Admit it.”
“Shut up,” I whispered, but I kissed him back fiercer, matching every aggressive stroke. My back pressed harder against the door as he pinned me there. One of his hands gripped my waist, the other tangled in my h
