Page 13 of The Mistakes You Make
My head spins as I stare at her full, dark red lips as she speaks.
“You need me to—”
My body moves without instruction from my brain and I cut off her words with my lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth.
She doesn’t move as I step into her body, pressing her back into the tree.
It’s the first time I’ve kissed her, and fuck, if it’s nothing like all the times I imagined it over the years.
“Ow, you fucking—” I pull back, lifting my hand to my lip, finding a drop of blood on my finger when I finally rip my eyes away from her murderous ones. “You fucking bit me,” I say in disbelief.
“Then stay the fuck away from me.”
“Oh, Princess, I think we both know that’s not going to happen.”
The clap of skin sounds out a beat before the pain hits me. My cheek burns with the strength of her hit. I have no doubt I’ve got her handprint glowing on my skin.
Our eyes hold. Hate, anger, and desire crackle between us as the party continues without us in the distance.
The rain gets heavier, beginning to come down in sheets, but our eyes don’t part, both of us daring the other to move, to take the next step.
Her chest heaves as my breaths race past my lips.
“You’re going to fucking regret that,” I bark, lunging for her.
She gasps in surprise when I wrap my fingers around her throat once more, applying more pressure than before, and I pull her head back with the other so she has no choice but to look up at me.
“You sorry?”
“Fuck yo—”
I make the most of her parted lips and push my tongue past them once more. “You fucking will be,” I mutter into her mouth, my fingers tightening in warning, although not enough to cut off her air supply.
“Fuck you, Kane. Fuck. You.”
“Yeah, Princess. That’s what I’m thinking too.”
She squeals when I release my hold on her and lift her off the ground.
Her legs wrap around my waist, although I have no doubt it wasn’t by choice.
“Kiss me,” I demand, my voice rough with my desire.
“No.”
“I don’t remember you always being this stubborn.”
“Then maybe you should have looked closer.”
“Trust me, Princess. I’ve done nothing but fucking look.”
“Kane, what the fuck?” she squeals when I pull her from the tree and lower us both to the ground, dropping her in a quickly forming puddle.
The rain soaks my shirt and jeans, the fabric sticks to every inch of my skin, but I barely feel it while she’s beneath me.
I press my palm to her chest when she tries to get up, shoving her back down into the mud.
“No,” I growl, pushing her legs farther apart and leaning over her. “You’re not in fucking charge here.”
