Page 150 of Crave
My lips parted, a breathless, shuddering whimper spilling from them.
Something flickered across Theo’s face. Realization.
You like this.
You fucking love this.
Before I could take another breath, I was hauled over his shoulder, his grip punishing, his breath ragged, hard, like he was on the edge of losing control.
“Fucking done with this,” he snarled. “You wanna run from me? Run inside.”
I screamed, kicked, but it didn’t matter.
He dragged me back through the trees, through the compound, up the steps and into the house, straight into his room.
The door slammed behind us.
I barely had time to breathe before he shoved me against it, his massive frame caging me in, his breath burning against my lips.
“Tell me,” he rasped. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
I couldn’t.
Because I did.
I always had.
His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat. His teeth grazed my pulse.
“Fucking say it,” he demanded.
My nails bit into his shoulders, my entire body trembling with the force of everything I’d spent years denying.
“You can’t fight it,” he growled. “You were made for this.”
And he was right. I was.
I was programmed to be whatever they wanted me to be.
Liar.
Lover.
Sister.
Everything…
The moment his mouth crashed into mine, I shattered.
There was no hesitation. No softness.
This was brutal, desperate, possessive—the kind of kiss that consumed, that took, that destroyed. My lips were crushed against my teeth, bruising and hurting until I couldn’t breathe.
His hands were rough, punishing, leaving bruises in their wake as he gripped my hips, lifted me, pinned me against the door.
I moaned into his mouth, nails dragging down his back, my body aching, needing.
I yanked his shirt, nails digging into his skin.
