“Careful with your words, my little lover. You do not want to make an enemy of me.” “I’m not making an enemy out of you—you’re already an enemy to me.” “Is that so? You allow your enemies to touch you in the way I have touched you? To kiss and taste you? To make you writhe in pleasure under them?” he murmured, leaning down so his lips were a breath away from mine. “If that is the case, I am pleased to be your enemy. I will make you hate me even more. Until you cannot think of anyone but me, your irresistible nemesis.”
