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“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
screaming
He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you.
don’t care about him taking lovers
what is wrong with you? 😭
“I hate you,” I whisper before he can speak.
“Say it again,”
His beringed fingers trace over my cheek, trace the line of my lip and down my throat. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed. “Should I touch her like this?”
He doesn’t kiss me as though he’s angry; his kiss is soft, yearning.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He kisses me harder. “I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
“Crawl to me,”
