86. Hate Me

River’s kiss was fierce, almost punishing, as he claimed Riley’s mouth with a hunger born of grief and rage. His hands roamed her body possessively, igniting a fire beneath her skin despite the turmoil swirling inside her.

Riley’s mind screamed at her to push him away, to stop this before it went too far. But her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a desperate need she couldn’t control. A whimper escaped her lips as River’s mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

“River, please…” she gasped, unsure if she was begging him to stop or to never stop.

He growled against her throat, his hands tightening on her hips. “You want this, don’t you?” he accused, his voice rough with desire. “You want me to fuck you.”

Shame flooded through Riley at the truth in his words. Even as her mind rebelled, her body arched into his touch, craving more.

River’s hands slid up her ribcage, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Riley shuddered, her nipples tig