Our mouths crashed together like a car wreck, and I moaned into him, half from the ache between my legs, half from the desperate need to be seen. To be wanted in front of Xavier. To hurt him the way he hurt me.
Diego froze for a second, startled.
Then he kissed me back.
Hard.
His hand slid around my waist, pulling me in as his other hand gripped my ass. My fingers tangled in his hair and I pressed against him like I could melt the fury and tension from my bones into his body. He smelled like spice and bourbon and safety. Familiar. But also electric.
I knew I had made my point, but I was so f*****g tuned on I couldn’t stop. I ignored the part of my mind telling me to stop.
Diego pressed me against the side of the wall, his mouth hot and hungry, his tongue sweeping over mine. My nails
