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“If you weren’t so disgusted with my kind, I could show you how sorry I am.” Her voice did not have a teasing edge. It was dead serious and made my heart skip another beat.
“You know,” she trailed, I could hear the smile in her tone. “Your indifference kind of turns me on.”
“It’s cute,” she said in an amused tone. “When the color of your face matches your hair.”
“Stop,” I commanded. “But they are so perfect,” she whined and leaned closer to my breasts.
“You don’t feel like you hate me,”
“What if I told you that we could pretend that you hate my kind in public”—she paused and let her other hand trail up my thigh and into my shirt—“but in private, you’re mine.”
“This is no game,” she responded, then pulled back so she could meet my eyes once more. “I want to keep this hunter around as long as possible.”
She was fire and passion wrapped into one volatile package.
She was teasing me and I fucking loved it.
“I hope you can play the part again,” I said and reached over to tug on the end of her ponytail. “Try not to fall in love with me.”
“This is the only time I am allowed to see you in that skimpy dress of yours,” she said. “I wouldn’t miss that for anything.”
“If you wanted to see more, you could’ve just asked.” She chuckled and began pulling at her shirt.
“I want it,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about the way your face looked when I took you that night.”
“I want them to smell,” she admitted. “I want them to know how much my date wants me.”
“I think it would be really good for me,” she said with a small chuckle. “And if my plan works well enough, I can take you into one of the rooms and eat that wet cunt of yours until you forget your own name.”
Suddenly I didn’t want to make her come to me. I didn’t want to prove her wrong anymore. If hating me brought her some consolation, I would gladly become the worst possible version of myself.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be near her. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her.
I only wanted to make sure that this sight would be burned into my memory forever. If this was the sight that I could see for the rest of eternity, I would have no qualms about ruling. I would rule for this, for her, and nothing else.
She was confident, she knew what she wanted. . . and God did she have the most kissable lips.
“If you keep giving me that face, I may think that you no longer hate me,” she said, her eyes searching my face.
“You know I am never going to let you go after this, right?” she asked, her voice heavy.
It was perfect, she was perfect. I had never felt myself fit so perfectly with anyone before,
“If I did that then I couldn’t keep you, and I plan to keep this needy pussy as long as I may live.”
“I’ll make sure you’re so fully obsessed with me by the end of this that you don’t even dare think of anyone else. It’s the least you could do after so thoroughly messing with my mind like this.”
“You can’t deny this, Silvia,” she said and pulled her fingers out of my mouth. They now glistened with spit. “Your mouth may spew bullshit but your body cannot. You want me, no matter what that little hunter spouts.”
I had told her that I wanted to keep her with me for as long as I lived, and it was true. I didn’t want to think of a world without her in it, but what if that was the safest thing for her?
I was ready to give her the world and burn anyone who even looked at her wrong, but I couldn’t be that way.
“They would have loved you,” I choked out. . . . because at one point, I was happy.
I didn’t realize how deeply she had invaded my entire being until this moment. I could remember every moan, every word, the way she felt against me, the way she reacted when I kissed her, the sound of her laugh, the way her blood tasted as it exploded over my taste buds. All of it was circling around me, making it almost impossible to tear her from me.
