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This hate inside me feels like a living, breathing thing, and it wants Xavi Hart. Now that he’s within reach, it wants to take him and own him, to pin him down and punish him for what he’s done, to make him cry and beg for me to make it stop.
“Jesus, the way you look at him…” Frankie mutters. “I wish someone would look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like they wanna fight me and fuck me at the same time.”
He’s so sexy. I’ve always known it, and it pisses me off. Thinking about how many guys have wanted him like this, how many have taken him like this like he’s theirs to take. He’s not theirs.
All the nights I watched him sleep, this is what I thought about. Pinning him down and taking what I want from him. Making him pay. Making him break. Fucking with his head and his heart and his body all at once. It’s what I crave most in the world. To see him fall apart, piece by piece until there’s nothing left.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”
“Then you’re mine,” he says simply, lowering his head to lick the marks on my neck. “Whenever and wherever and however I want you, you’re mine.” “And when you don’t want me? What am I then?” He shrugs like it should be obvious. “Nothing.”
“You know I’m not the one with the praise kink, right?” “I don’t have a praise kink.” “You’ve got a degradation kink too,” he adds, and I pull my head back, scrunching my nose. “I do not.” “If you say so,” he mutters, moving back up to his knees and slowly stroking his own cock. “Be a good little whore and show me what’s mine.”
“Do I feel good?” I ask. “So good,” he breathes out, leaning over me to speak against my lips. “You love this, don’t you? Making me lose my damn mind…” I nod, grabbing his head to pull him down to my neck. “Mark me,” I beg. “I need more.”
“You can’t stop thinking about me, can you?” he asks, teasing me with his mouth but never giving it to me for real. “Even when I’m right here in front of you…”
“I think you’re gonna flip his world upside down and there'll be nothing he can do to stop it.”
“Do you really expect me to forget what you did?” “I don’t want you to forget,” he whispers, holding my gaze as he blinks the fresh tears from his eyes. “I just want you to love me anyway.”
“If he’s not nothing, then what is he?” “He’s everything, you idiot,”
“He’s mine,” I tell him, not even bothering to lower my voice. “He’s always been mine. Even when you thought he was yours, it was always me he was thinking about. Every fucking time.”
“I’m gonna burn his fucking house to the grou—” “Stop. Look at me.” He leans over the inner console and traps my jaw between his fingers, giving me no choice but to look directly into his eyes. “I’m telling you he’s not worth it.” “You are though.”
“I hate myself for it but I fucking love you.”
“Do you think she’s prettier than me?” “Baby, nobody’s prettier than you,” I tease, leaning over him to brush his mouth with mine.
