noname_fics
"Hate isn't even a word to describe the loathe I feel at the mere sight of you" She whispered kissing the mole on his neck, knowing he was getting turned on by her moves.
"Despite all that, you're a divine treat to all my fantasies, I would love to hate you with passion and make you beg for my touch"
She smirked watching him close his eyes at the inevitable pleasure she was giving him just by her kisses alone.
He pulled her in for a furious, rageful kiss that depicted anything but love, to shut her up, reminding her that he reciprocated the same feelings.
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This is an enemies to lovers/partner troupe but MORE complicated.