Bella’s POV
We kissed hard. Furious.
Anger poured out of both of us, hot and wild—our sweat-slick lips crashing, teeth clashing sharp with a sting that made my mouth buzz. Our tongues fought rough, twisting wet and hot. I bit his bottom lip hard, tasted his blood blooming on my tongue. He growled low in his throat, vibration rumbling through his chest into mine, as he grabbed my face rough with hot palms, his fingers digging into my cheeks, and kissed me deeper like he wanted to break me, punish me right there for being a bad girl.
I poured everything into it—every slap that still stung my palm, every choke that burned my throat raw, every time he’d treated me like I was nothing. All that hurt twisted into raw heat, fire in my veins. My hands yanked at his shirt desperate, as I popped o
