"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Dakota moves closer to me like a predator closing on to its prey.
I feel a knot forming in my stomach as he steps closer, trapping me against the counter. I know I am in a biggg trouble, but I refuse to show any puny weakness as I hold his murderous gaze like the brave princess I a-
"Ahhh!"
Dakota grabs me by my hair and pulls me closer to him with a jerk. My lungs take a loud gasp and my eyes widen as he lowers his wolfish face to my scared rabbit one.
"Scalp."
He says looking deep into my eyes while his fingers tighten around my hair. My heart thunders in my chest as he leans into me and speaks in a low rumbling voice.
"Ears."
His sensual lips brush against my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. I feel breathless under his dark presence, like he is sucking air from my body.
His hot breath fans below my ear, causing goosebumps to appear along the side of my neckline as he draws his lips slowly down, like painting my neck with his mouth.
"Neck."
I stay still, with my chest rising and falling at the speed a horse races as he moves his hand, tracing a path from my neck to my breast.
I bite my lips as he slides his thumb inside the hem of apron and brushes over my erect bud, sending a jolt of electric current through my body.
"Nipples."
He speaks in a seductive whisper as he rolls his thumb around the areola of my hard nipple, causing me to moan softly.
Dakota stares at my face as it gets redden with rush of blood, making me look like a fire truck on fire. I clench my thighs as a wave of sensational hits me and a knowing smirk spreads across his face as he notices my reaction.
Instantly, he releases his grip on my hair and his fingers slide down to the base of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine as he takes a hold of my nape and forces me to meet his toxic gaze.
My eyes harden at him. He can clearly see hatred in my eyes for him, but he can also see my body language, which speaks to him in a million different ways.
My heart beats erratically as he draws his hand along the curve of my breast, then further down to my ribs.
"Waist."
Butterflies erupt in my belly under his sensual touch as his knuckles softly graze the curve of my waist, like admiring feathers of a bird.
I shiver at the sensation of his touch as his fingers trail down my body like a cool drop of water. His touch feels so sensual, yet I can't ignore the heat in eyes.
"Thighs."
My breath hikes as his warm palm gives a squeeze on the meaty part of my leg, like showing his dominance, his possession over me.
