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EXCERPT:
âDonât run from me, Sun.â
âI canât be here.â My voice is fragile and shaky. I need space, but he doesnât give me that, instead he steps closer. I raise my hands in the air as I take a step back. âYou can let me go,â I whisper. âI wonât tell anyone. But you have to let me go.â I canât control the way you make me feel.
âI canât let you go.â
âWhy?â
I take another step back, and my butt hits the desk in the corner of the library.
âBecause youâre mine now, and I wonât let anyone have you.â
His words shock me, making my muscles freeze. Iâve felt the heat of every stare, but this is more, and the look in his eyes scares me.
âYou donât even like me. You hate me.â I shake my head, not wanting to let my brain go there. Denying the truth that is right in front of me. He moves closer, his body touching mine.
âDoes this feel like I hate you?â
âYou kidnapped me . . .â
âI did what I had to do.â His answer is cryptic, as usual. I want to bash his head against a wall for not telling me what he means, but my brain and arms arenât working properly due to the proximity of our bodies. I know I should push him off, but I canât think of anything but the feel of him.
I hate him, but most of all, I hate myself for feeling this way.
âIâll tell you the truth,â he says, âbut it will cost you more than food.â
âWhat?â
âYou have to earn it . . .â His words hang in the air, mischievous, sinful, and full of dirty promises.
âWhat do you want?â
âYou.â
âI thought you wouldnât take something not given?â
He lifts his hands, touching my jaw.
âWho says anything about taking?â He smirks.
âBut you just said . . .â
âI said I wanted you, Ivy. And I do. I want to taste you. Feel you. I want to know what it feels like when you come apart under my tongue.â
âI hate you.â
âYou donât hate me. Let me show you just how much you donât hate me. Your body will show you.â
He lifts his hands to cup my jaw. His fingers trail against my skin. âDoes this feel like you hate me?â He continues his path down the hollow of my neck. âHow about this?â
âWhy then?â
âI have my reasons.â
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