Page 28 of Bitter Lies

Raising his finger in the air, he bites out, “I don’t care!”

Another jab to the fucking heart. Maybe he can stomp on it when he’s done.

“Then why are you in here all up in my fucking grill!” I scream.

All at once, the anger bubbling below the surface since my session this morning boils over, and slipping off the bed, I slam my hands into Griffin’s chest, but he grabs them quickly and pulls me against him.

“Fuck you,” I mutter in frustration, annoyed that he can overpower me so quickly as he pulls me tighter.

“Get a hold of yourself. Stop fucking squirming,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you.” His guttural growl causes all the air to suck from the room.

Freezing, I glance into his glittering eyes and shiver as he ruthlessly smiles at me and wickedly rubs his erection against my stomach. I’m so fucked in the head that even though hate chokes my throat, tingles still rush down my spine at the contact, but at least I catch the moan low in my throat.

Why can’t I resist him?

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’ve been panting after this dick for years?” His eyes are dilated with need, and his words although needlessly cruel are whisper soft because he can’t catch his breath.

He’s hiding behind his asshole façade, which is the only thought I have before I whisper, “Fuck you.”

With a grimace that matches the frustration behind his eyes, he slams mouth against mine. Stunned, I collapse in his embrace and open my mouth on a protest that drops to a moan. His lips are soft and warm just like I remember, except this is no sweet kiss. This is need and obsession and maybe even hate.

He takes me with complete possession, his tongue sweeping in and dueling with mine heatedly, the erotic thrust of his tongue making my core tingle as I arch into him in invitation. This is what I’ve wanted since he kissed me all those years ago.

His lips pull back into a smirk against mine, as he picks me up and drops me on the bed. He wastes no time following me down and covering my mouth once again as he pushes his knee between my legs. The weight of his body on top of me makes me pause, my rapidly beating heart freezing in my chest as a thousand images rush through my head in quick succession, causing my skin to itch painfully.

“Halsey,” he groans, pulling back to lick my bottom lip as he grinds his knee against my core.

All thoughts flee in the wake of his actions as I moan and buck off the bed at the sweet sensation.

“No matter what I fucking do, I can’t resist,” he mutters so low, I can barely make out the words.

My heart thumps in my chest, as his lips pull back in a feral grin and I whimper below him, caught in his moody stare as he drills me with his eyes before he shakes his head.

With a low rumble in his throat, his eyes clear and he collapses onto me, thrusting his erection into my core. “Mm, you like that?”

“Yes.” I clutch his huge arms as waves of heat cascade through me, ending in the aching pulse of my clit.

He grabs my mouth in another kiss, his tongue dueling with mine as he humps me lewdly, his hips swiveling with every sweet pump. The friction against my core creates a havoc of tingles that build into a crescendo as I arch against him and pant my need.

“Is your pussy wet, sweetheart?” he purrs, pulling back before I can orgasm.

I drop back to the bed with disappointment as he goes for my pants and unbuttons them briskly, groaning when he stops to run his rough hand over the curve of my leg.

“Oh.” Absently, I note I’m panting, as I push my pants down with trembling hands.

I’m so focused on what’s about to happen next, I miss his fingers until they’re running over my lips, and with a gasp, I freeze as he swirls his finger into me and pumps in and out of me slowly.

“So wet,” he groans.

“Mm, oh god.” I thrust into his hand, the painfully pleasurable feeling surging through me quickly.

“You want to come, sweet?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, past the point of reason—past the point of remembering who he is, who we are, the cruelty, the hate. It’s all transferring into a desperate need as he growls and drops to his knees, licking me up, before fucking his tongue inside. His urgency as he flicks his tongue in rapid strokes sends me to the top of the ride, and I buck into his face, grabbing his hair as I sob my need.

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