Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate
"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything."
"Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart."
Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it."
My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me."
His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—"
"That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them."
I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me."
The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts.
As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.
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