Vivienne's POV
His mouth was on mine in an instant, hard and claiming, and I wasn't exaggerating when I said the world blurred until nothing else existed but the press of his body against mine. The kiss burned, vicious and consuming, and even as anger twisted inside me, my body betrayed me, arching toward him like I couldn’t get enough. I hated him, but wanted him at the same time.
Both truths roared through me, colliding so fiercely they left me trembling. I wanted to be in control, or maybe I wanted an avenue to reel in my anger, but the last thing I remembered was fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. I wanted him in my skin, I wanted his mouth around me, and maybe, just maybe his c**k ramming into me by the end of the night.
A thought flashed at the back of my mind, and the ti
