Armani’s mouth crashed against hers again, the kiss brutal and hungry, swallowing her protests. Riley shoved at his shoulders, but he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his body pressing her deeper into the mattress.
“Get off me,” she gasped when he finally let her breathe, tears still streaking down her temples.
“No,” he growled, lips brushing her jaw. “You’re here, under me, wearing the dress I sent you. Tell me again how much you hate me while your body is shaking for me.”
“I do hate you,” Riley spat, voice breaking as he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel how hard he already was. “I hate you so f*****g much it makes me sick.”
Armani laughed low and dark against her throat, biting down just hard enough to make her hiss. “Good. Keep saying it. I want to hear
