Chapter 128
“What the fuck did you say?” Belladonna asked, jumping to her feet.
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I stared at her, my chin resting on my folded fist. She was livid, suddenly going red with anger. Her eyes were red, her jaw clenched so hard she might break something. She looked ready to kill.
That was interesting.
“You heard me,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Where did you meet her?” she asked, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides, her chest heaving.
“At the rooftop. I went for a cigarette break and met her there.”
“So the two of you were alone?”
“Yes.”
She opened her mouth but then closed it again, all sorts of negative things written all over her gaze.
“What’s so wrong with being alone with Medea?” I asked, just because I wanted to poke.
“You shouldn’t be alone with her,” she gritted, her jaw still clenched.
“And again, Belladonna, I ask, what’s so wrong with being alone with Medea?”
“You just shouldn’t!” she screamed, turning and throwing everything off the table. Her laptop fell first, and the cup with its content followed, the hot liquid spraying everywhere, the cup smashing into a hundred different pieces, but I didn’t take my eyes off Belladonna, and neither did my expression change. She was shaking now. She looked wild, mad, like she was possessed.
And the sight before me made my dick twitch.
She wasn’t smiling now, she wasn’t being seductive, her eyes weren’t low and clouded. No, they were wild and red, filled with murderous intent.
It was a delicious sight. Getting to know the darker side of Belladonna was something I never thought I would enjoy.
“You still haven’t given me a reason, tesoro,” I said, calm and unaffected.
She fixed me with a look that could make my balls wither and die.
Scary.
“Are you enjoying this, Kade?” she asked, her voice shaking.
My upper lip lifted in a smirk. “Indeed, I am. Seeing you like this? It’s refreshing.
She snarled, looking ready to bite my head off. “You’re a fucking prick”
“I’m sure you’re not just coming to this conclusion You’ve known that since”
“Can you just shut up?!”
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Chapter 128
“You can always walk away. No one is forcing you to stand still and listen to my bullshit.”
She bit her lips shut, glaring daggers into my face.
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice low, a grin now on my face.
She raised an eyebrow. “With what?”
“Hit me, Belladonna. I know you want to do it. It’s written all over your face, my love.”
“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, her body vibrating now, her fists flexing.
“Why not, my love?”
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She groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration, looking up at the ceiling like she was looking for patience to deal with me. But again, she could always walk away, yet she was choosing to stay.
This was fun. My day was ruined because of her, so it was only fair that I got back at her.
She looked back at me, her eyes hard. “I do want to hit you. I want to wipe that stupid grin off your face.”
I spread my arms, the stupid grin still on my face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“You won’t hit me back?”
The grin wiped off my face, my expression hardening. “The fuck do you take me for? You think I hit women?”
She rolled her eyes. “You feeling noble or what? I was only being cautious. I can never tell with you.”
“I don’t hit women,” I repeated, my voice hard.
“Of course. Of course. Anyway, I’m not going to hit you. I’m not some wild animal that gets violent when pissed.”
“Sure about that?”
Her expression turned murderous, and my dick took notice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shrugged. “Just a moment ago, you looked like a wild animal that gets violent when pissed.”
She grew impossibly red, her breathing picking up. She marched to me, stomping her feet, and I braced myself while excitement curled in my lower stomach.
But instead of hitting me, she stopped in front of me, standing between my spread legs, looking down her nose at me, and I stared up at her.
She watched me and I stared back at her.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Who knows? Maybe I need a little bit of action.”
She said nothing, just stared at me. Then slowly, she climbed onto my lap, straddling my hips with her knees on both sides wiggling too damn much until her core rubbed against my semi–erect dick. I went still, swallowing down a groan, but she didn’t notice all that because she was staring deeply into my eyes.
She kept staring at me before she looked down at my lips, licking hers.
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‘I really hate you, Kade,” she said slowly, raising her eyes back up to me.
held her hips, swallowing. “So beautiful how easily that lie rolls off your lips.”
I’m not lying,” she whispered, even as she leaned down, her breath hot on my lips.
My hands were stiff on her hips and I didn’t know what to do with them. “Uh–huh.”
She looked back at my lips. “You have such beautiful lips.”
was more still than a statue now. “Do I now?”
She continued to lean down, slowly, as if giving me time to catch up on what she was about to do.
Oh, Belladonna, I’ve caught on ages ago.
Yes,” she whispered, raising her eyes back to mine, their gaze heated. “I’m done talking now.”
‘Good.”
She kissed me.
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Her lips crushed against mine, hot and unrelenting. She kissed me with a kind of fire that knocked the air right out of my ungs. I groaned into her mouth, finally letting myself clutch her hips tight, pulling her tight against me until there wasn’t a breath of space between our bodies.
Belladonna kissed exactly the same way she fought; rough and determined. Her teeth grazed my bottom lip and I hissed, gripping her hips harder.
We’ve done things more intimate than kissing, but why did just the feel of her soft lips against mine make me so hot and >reathless? It didn’t make sense.
I tilted her head, deepening the kiss, and she moaned softly, slightly moving her hips.
Her hands were everywhere–my jaw, my hair, my nape, my back. Everywhere she could reach.
parted her lips with my tongue, slipping it into her mouth and touching hers.
She moaned, grinding against me. I was fully hard now, and the more she grind against me, the more I wanted to take this to another level that was more than a kiss.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
