Chapter 45
Aaliyah
His kiss was ferocious, as if he was venting all his anger into it. I tasted my own blood in his mouth. Instead of pushing him away, I couldn't help but kiss him back. Even with the rage I felt for him, my heart still longed for him.
That was why I didn't fight back when he pushed me against the car. He sucked on my lips as if he were starving for water, and I was what he needed. He kissed me like his life depended on it.
It didn't matter that we were outside the house or that the guards could be watching us. It didn't matter how angry I was, or how rough his lips were on mine. I didn't pull away as I responded to his kiss. His teeth nibbled on my bottom lip, and I gasped, groaning as the kiss deepened.
Then he pulled back, brushing the hair from my face. "I'm going to fuck you in your car."
