"A story of love and passion that transcends any rules."--Dimples in Progress
From the Author
He shrugged and said, "I told you to leave." Vic stepped to the side of the bed and moved some of my tangled hair out of my face. "Had a rough night, did you?"
I scoffed, shaking his hand off of my face. This was seriously not how I expected it to go. I wanted an apology, dammit.
Vic unceremoniously dropped my shoes on the floor. The air around us shifted, and became heavy and charged. Vic sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight creating a cavern that pulled me to his side. He grabbed my wrists and examined the bloodied bandages covering my hands--first the left, then the right.
"You should have left."
"Yeah, well you won't have to tell me to leave again, because I'm never going back to your place again. Ever. Now that I know what kind of crazy--"
His lips covered mine. Swift and ferocious, like the waves on a stormy night. There was no time to think, only react. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel the blood pumping in all of my wounds. I reached for him through my thin sheets and his tongue dove into me, claiming me. I fought back, biting his bottom lip hard.