Page 101 of Hate to Love You

“My money, my choice.” He smirks, “Considering I fucking paid for it apparently.”

“I’ll pay you back for it!” I snap, my chest is heaving as he stops in front of me, staring down at me with a look in his eye that threatens to set the whole executive floor on fire.

He smirks, shaking his head, before raising his coffee to his lips again.

That’s when I feel it happen.

I snap, my hand darting out and knocking the coffee clean from his hands, I watch it seep into the rug, slowly turning it dark brown.

Oh shit.

All I can hear is our breathing as we both just stare at the coffee on the floor.

Roman’s mouth opens, and without thinking I slap him straight across the face.

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…

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 pulse racing.

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.”