DOMINIC
Harper gasped into my mouth as I kissed her, allowing my pent-up frustration and anger to flow into it. Her hands flung around my neck, and she pressed her chest into mine, responding to me.
She had to be the most responsive woman I'd ever been with. Soft. Innocent.
Damn it. She didn't even know I was the enemy, yet she had given me her pride, and I, the monster, had taken it without a second thought. Of course, I couldn't say no since she was offering. I mean, who'd want to lose such an opportunity? Definitely not me.
Harper peeled her lips from mine, panting. Her pupils were dilated, her face flushed red, and her eyes trailed down until they locked on my belt. She looked back up at me.
"I want you inside me." She begged.
"But you're mad at me," I reminded her.
"I'm still mad at you," she agreed with a nod, reaching for my belt. "That doesn't mean I still don't want you."
