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"Get off of me. This conversation is over. And never touch me again."

The dam holding back my anger snapped. It rushed through me, boiling my blood. "I hate you, Daisy," I screamed into her face, my hand around her wrist turning cruel. "I hate you for what you did."

"Never touch me—" The words had barely left her lips before I yanked on her arm and pulled her against my body. The force of our collision pushing the air from my lungs in a whoosh.

"I fucking hate you so much," I growled out, and then my lips were on hers, kissing her brutally hard. And it felt like I could breathe again.

For the first time in years, it felt like I could breathe.

Chapter Thirteen

Daisy

I’d opened my mouth to tell him I hated him right back, but then his mouth was on mine. His tongue invading my mouth, and I was powerless to do anything but kiss him back. Each swipe of our tongues against each other was a battle. Only I couldn’t tell who was winning. When it came to us, I doubted there would ever be any winners.

There would just be this. The heat and the pain. And the hatred, or was it love, that boiled the blood in my veins.

Ilya's grip on my arm loosened and then went away altogether. Instead, he pressed that big hand into the small of my back, holding me flush against him. His other went to my ponytail, tangling it around his fist so he could cup the back of my skull and keep my head exactly where he wanted me.

Pressed against him. Head tilted backwards and lips ready—no, not ready. Needy for his mouth to come crashing down on mine.

Ilya kissed me like he hated me. Like he would kill me if he got the chance. It was a sobering thought because it was a very real possibility.

And worst of all? I wanted him to kiss me even when I knew it was wrong.

Yanking my head back, I tore my lips away from his and pushed hard against his chest, forcing him back enough for me to slip away.

"No." As quickly as I could, I walked away. My chest rising and falling in rapid bursts as I tried to catch my breath. "We can’t do this, we—"

Halfway across the room, he caught up with me. Catching me around the waist, he spun me around and slammed me face-first into the wall. The bookcases wobbled with the force of it, but nothing fell.

Ilya's breath flowed across the skin on my neck as he trapped me there with the weight of his body.

"Ilya," I begged. Only I didn’t know what I was begging him to do. Let go of me? My brain wanted to believe that. But the feel of his mouth on me had woken up a lot of long-buried feelings. And then there was the feel of him pressed against my back so closely that I could feel every tight muscle on his body.

I couldn’t breathe.

"Don’t." Roughly, he dragged his lips over my throat before he flicked his tongue against my pulse point. In exactly the spot he knew I liked. "Don’t run away from me again, Daisy." His teeth grazed against that tender spot, and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning out loud. "Don’t fucking run." Looping his arm around my waist, he lifted his hand to cup my breast through my clothes. This time, I didn’t bite back the moan. Closing my eyes, I leant my forehead against the wall and just let myself feel.

It had been so long since a man had touched me like this. So long since I had allowed myself to feel this way.

Not since him.

"There is nowhere," Ilya growled out against my ear. His husky whisper making my core clench tight. "Nowhere in existence." His thumb brushed against my nipple, teasing it upwards. "That you could run so that I wouldn’t chase you. Not now." As if to prove his point, his fingers closed around my taut nipple, and he squeezed. Pain rippled through me. Pain and something else.

Pleasure?

I should have been terrified. Ilya was acting and talking like a madman, but my body was reacting to his brutal touch with a need that was shocking.

How could I want this? How could I want him? This wasn’t the gentle man I had loved years ago. This was the monster who people whispered about. Brutal and cold. A man who took what he wanted without thinking about the repercussions.

And right now, what he wanted was me.

"Ilya, please."

His low chuckle filled my ears. "Begging already? Graham must have been a lousy lay if you—"

I tried to twist in his arms so I could slap his disgusting mouth once more, but one firm push of his body against mine, and I was back pressed against the wall.