Page 1 of Hate to Love You

Prologue

ABBY

My hand burns.

The imprint is already visible on his defined face. I didn’t think, I just reacted. His head turns to me slowly, his eyes dark, glistening, a dangerous rage held within them.

It’s a look I’ve seen only once before…

He’s pissed.

His body stiffens, and I know what’s coming. The anger. The pain. My heart stops.

And then he pounces.

His hand wraps tightly around my throat, slamming my back into the door behind me. My lungs heave, trying to regain the air he slammed out of them, but I can’t. His fingers twitching in time with my racing pulse.

Can he feel it too?

Instinctively, I raise my fists, preparing to use my claws if I have to, only for him to grasp them with his free hand, locking them almost painfully above my head.

I wanted this reaction. Fuck, I needed it.

But I shouldn’t want this.

My pulse racing and my body is vibrating with a need I’ve never experienced. What is this electricity that’s sparking between us?

No man has ever made me feel so…alive.

I kill men like him. I kill men who hurt people. I kill men who hurt me.

But not him.

I can’t hurt him…and I don’t understand why.

“Why do you do this, Abby?” He growls, stepping into me. “Why do you constantly push and push?”

I can feel the hard lines of his body pressed tightly against me. As if I don’t know where I end, and he begins.

“Because… I fucking can,” I murmur, my eyes focusing on his lips. “And you know you like it.”

His eye twitches.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he smirks, touching his nose to mine. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Punish me?” I laugh. “Like hell that’s happening.”

He laughs, such a rich sound, one that vibrates through me and instantly puts me on edge.

He knows. I mean, he has to know? Right?

My eyes dart down to the spilt coffee soaking into the rug.

Along with the poison that was meant for him.

His knee slides between my legs, pressing against my heat, sending shockwaves through my body, rattling me to my very core.

“I can feel how wet you are for me, Foxy. Fuck, you’re practically soaking my leg.”