Wicked Bride Games
“Don’t you understand that I’m the only one here who gives a shit about you?” he growls.
He releases me from his grasp, and I step back, watching him with a hawk’s eye. He touches his face with his hand, his fingers grazing his beautiful skin, and it’s at this moment that feels most vulnerable. Most afraid. Because whatever he’s going to do or say next isn’t good, and it’s my fault.
“I …” I stutter.
He comes toward me, and I stumble backward until the balcony is right behind me and there’s no way to flee. He’s got me cornered, and his eyes predict thunder, but I’m afraid I can’t handle the electricity.
I close my eyes, expecting the inevitable.
Instead, he grabs my face with both hands … and he kisses me.
He fucking kisses me.
And I don’t even fucking pull back.
What the hell?
His lips smash into mine, and he ravages me without holding back. I’m helpless to stop it—not because I can’t, but because my body doesn’t want him to stop. His tongue dips out to lick my lips, coaxing me to open my mouth and let him in. I do, without hesitation, and he claims my mouth and tongue like it’s always belonged to him.
I’m completely stunned. I can only stand here and allow him to conquer my mouth, even though it makes no sense. I should hate him for putting me through all this. I should push him away and fight back. But I don’t … and I hate that more than I hate anything.
In a moment of clarity, my lips unlock from his, and I lean away, staring at him because I can’t believe that just happened.
I’m not exactly the kissing type … but that was amazing. And wrong. So fucking wrong, I might’ve even liked it.
“I told you I only want you. It’s the truth,” he whispers, his voice heady and sultry. My lips still tingle from his kiss, and I can feel the excitement surging through my body. Goddammit.
“I don’t give a damn if you slap me. I probably deserved it.”