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“Nicoli, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

We reach the far end of the club, and I spin her around to face me as I pin her shoulders against the mirrored wall, my chest heaving. “Do you want to start a goddamn massacre?”

She sneers, trying to wrench out my grasp, her glare so angered it almost makes me flinch. “Who do you think you are? You don’t own me.”

“Says who?”

“Me! You had your chance, Nicoli, and you fucking blew it. So let go of me.”

“No.”

My fingers grip her harder, and I lean closer. Our lips are mere inches apart as my eyes bore into hers. “You’re punishing me.”

“You deserve it.”

“Why? Because I fucked her instead of you?”

“Fuck you!” Her eyes are wild, and her red lips are pulled tight. But I don’t move. Instead, I slide my fingers along her chest and encircle the base of her neck. Her chest rises. She’s trembling beneath my touch, her breaths coming out in shallow, uneven pants. Desire is seeping from her pores. I can feel it. Smell it. Fucking taste it.

Forcing my thigh between her legs, her lips part as I lean my forehead against hers, looking down at her delectable mouth. “Tell me, Hummingbird,” I rasp. “How much will you hate me if I fuck you right here, right now?”

“You won’t dare.”

I jerk my knee deeper against her sex, her shoes barely touching the ground. “Try me.”

“Why now? After all these years, why now?”

“Because it turns out, your hate turns me the fuck on.”

My hands have her pinned in place as I take full advantage and press my lips forcefully against hers. As she groans, my heart thunders, and desire courses through me in angry waves. The faint smell of smoke mingles with her sweet scent, feeding my hunger into a frenzy. Holding her gaze, I pull back slightly before crashing our mouths together again with a ferocity that speaks of years of restraint finally being broken down.

Drawing away once more, we’re both gasping for air while the heat radiates between us like an inferno ready to consume everything in its path. The primal craving burning inside me is undeniable, and I can no longer control it. I don’t want to control it. Not anymore.

“Don’t you dare kiss me again,” she whimpers, out of breath.

“If I do, what are you going to do about it?”

“Scream.”

“Promise?” I roll my hips, pressing my hard cock against her hip, and she bites her bottom lip. “I would kill to hear you scream for me, Hummingbird.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes to make me scream.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Our lips crash together again as if nothing will ever keep them apart. The energy that hums around us is too potent to deny, our kiss a flurry of frenzied passion, tongues lapping, and teeth nipping. The music fuses with the powerful lust that sings between us, wrapping us up in a rhythm that’s no longer controlled but crazed. Our kiss isn’t anything like the one shared in her shower. That kiss was pain. This one…it’s lust. It’s desire. It’s unstoppable.

I lose myself in her, unable to control my need. And by the way she weaves her fingers in my hair, pulling me deeper into her, I know she’s lost in me, too. Nothing else matters as I taste her, feel her, and let the heat between us ignite.

I tear my lips from hers, then grip her cheeks with my fingers, her pretty mouth puckered and swollen. “Say it,” I demand hoarsely. “Tell me you hate me.”

“I hate you.”

ChapterNineteen

MIRABELLA

Ihate him. But I don’t.

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