12 parts Ongoing He stalks toward me, calm yet predatory, a gaze of familiar intensity locking with mine. "Say you hate me," he purrs, his voice smooth as silk.
"I hate you," I snap, venom in my tone. It's true-I despise him. But I hate myself more for how my body reacts.
His yin and yang eyes glint with amusement. "That sounds so fucking good coming from your lips," he murmurs, pinning me to the wall, his inked body imprisoning me. "I love the way you hate me."
"Go fuck yourself," I grit out, clenching my fist and swinging a skillful punch to his jaw, but in a heartbeat and with inhuman reflexes, he catches it and with gentle strength, he secures my wrists on both sides of my head.
My breath hitches as he leans in, the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against my stomach. His breath is hot against my ear.
"Fuck me yourself, coward."