"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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I feel his warm, oh so soft lips pressing at the back of my neck.
An audible gasp leaves my lip, and my back arches away from him, and his fervent lips.
But Dakota holds me tightly in his grip, and plants his hot lips even closer to my flesh. A shiver runs down my spine, as his lips trail along the sensitive skin of my nape, while kissing me softly.
A spark of shock courses through me, realizing how warm and pleasurable his lips feel on my skin. I close my eyes, trying to block out every enticing feeling which is ignited by his erotic touch.
My lungs take a deep breath as I feel his another hand, pushing away my hair, exposing more of my neck while he presses his lips hotly this time.
An involuntary moan escapes my lips, as Dakota holds my hair gently in his clutch and feathers me with his sensual kisses, as if making up for all the brutal ways he has exploited me.
His tongue licks the cavity between my neck and shoulder, sending an electric current down to my abdomen.
I feel feverish.
My entire body is ignited.
On one hand, I feel this anger coursing through me at how horribly he has treated me all this time. Yet, on another hand, I feel this intense pleasure of being touched so lovingly, something I have always wanted.
Very slowly, Dakota runs his tongue along the ridges of my shoulder, all while keeping his mouth pressed lightly against my skin and feathering me with kisses.
I take a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to walk away from his on-slaughter of seduction on my bruised heart and tries to stand up.
But he holds me even tighter in his arms, like a prayer.
"Emara.."
The sound of his deep voice breaks the long silence, and I squeeze my eyes shut, letting a sob crack through my stoic walls.
I hate when he calls my name gently like a lover, after degrading me as his whore.
"I am sorry, baby." Dakota whispers huskily against my skin.
My heart clenches, and tears escape my lashes, feeling the pain of wounds he has bestowed upon me. They are still fresh, open, and bleeding.
And a sorry won't fix them.
"No." My voice cuts through the air like a knife.
His lips freeze on my shoulder, and I feel the rapid thuds of his heart beating against my back, like he is shit scared of something.
Dakota slowly unlocks our fingers and reaches for my waist, turning me around. His feet brushes against mine as he slowly gets above me.
Carefully, he supports himself on his elbow, slowly letting me feel his weight, while he makes me face him.
