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Amelia's pov

" I-I hate you," I whimpered when I felt his heat against mine. The only barrier between us is my panties and his pants.

Raiden's eyes penetrate through mine and he grinds his hips forward, making me feel him more. I gasp, clutching his shoulders. Damn him. Damn him!

" You bastard," I snarl, well I tried to. It's hard when I can't bring in all my hate at once. " Perverted bastard," I breathed, clutching his shoulders harder, my nails digging into his skin.

The hate I had for Raiden was powerful but the lust...the lust was just as powerful and maybe more so.

He kept his hips flush against mine, suffocating me with his spicy scent that made me breathe in. "If you don't want this, push me away," he challenged me.

Pushing him away would be the best thing to do. It would not only save me the embarrassment but also the guilt for going back on my word. Yet.....there's a burning passion swirling between us that he alone can quench.

I don't understand it and I don't know when