He’s a beautiful bastard, and he seems determined to make my life a living hell. I can’t decide if I’d rather kick him in the dick or screw him, but I know what he wants to do to me. All of the deliciously sinful things that I crave.
I bend to climb into my car. Holden is on me in an instant, pulling me back and closing my car door. I’m so startled that I allow him to back me up against my car, to pin me there. Tears are gathering beneath the surface. I refuse to look at him, refuse to let him see that he’s breaking me down.“I can make you submit.” He reaches up a hand, and I flinch away, squeezing my eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling. The backs of his fingers whisper across my cheek. Then he cups my chin, tilting my face up.“I hate you.” My voice is weak and pathetic.
“A lot of people hate me. But I still get what I want from them.”
Is that what is going to happen? The thought fills me with despair. He’s already whittled me down so much.
My mind is going a million miles per hour. I’m trapped, suffocating, about to panic. I’m two seconds short of freaking out when I feel something that totally turns logic on its head.
Lips. His lips on mine. Kissing me. So hard.
I open my eyes and a muffled sound comes out, perhaps an objection. I can’t really tell.
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