My breath hitches at his words. How can he make me hate him and want it at the same time? Why
do I always feel like I’m losing this game? I swear, if he wanted to, he could drive me insane in a matter of days. It wouldn’t take much at this point.
“Straddle my hips and carve your name into my chest, princess. Let the world see how much you love me.”
My eyes search his, trying to find an ounce of deceit. He’s trying to manipulate me and make me look stupid. “I don’t love you,” I whisper.
Dear Lord, what all happened last night? What did I say? Just a few nights ago, we were in my shower expressing how much we hate one another while f*****g. Now he’s dropping the word love?
“No?” he asks, frowning. “I think you do, Raylee.”
I swallow at the use of my real name. It’s always princess to h
