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because she was your freaking sister. To this day, she thinks some guy named Rick took my virginity that night in Mexico.” She swallowed hard, wishing she could stop the words from flowing out. But they were like a dam. Once released, there was no holding them back. “And now I’m supposed to stand here letting you apologize so you can feel better? Fuck you . You deserve to feel like shit about something for once in your perfect, golden life.”
    “You’re right.” He swallowed hard. “I do.”
    “You want to know what the worst part was? The other thing my therapist told me?” she asked, laughing and yet way too close to tearing up at the same time. Freaking fantastic. She never cried. Not anymore. “Yeah. I got one of those after you. But anyway, she told me I didn’t even want to be with anyone else, because none of them compared to you. No one will ever compare to you.”
    He closed his eyes for a second. “Fuck, Red. I—”
    “No.” She barely resisted the urge to stomp her foot. “Don’t you dare Red me, damn it . Go on. Say it. Say you’re sorry.”
    “I-I’m sorry. I was an asshole, and you have every right to hate my fucking guts,” he said, his voice hollow. He moved away from the door. “You can go. I won’t make you stay any longer.”
    It still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for him to hear how he’d made her feel. He needed to feel the pain, too. She launched herself at him, ready to kick his ass from this side of the hotel room and back. But the second she felt his skin under her hands…the desire to kill him faded and was replaced with a much stronger one.
    The bone-shattering desire she felt for him.
    He caught her, his hands cupping her waist as he fell backward on the bed. He looked up at her in surprise. “Red, I—”
    She buried her hands in his hair and yanked hard. When he hissed through his teeth, she pulled even harder. “Just shut up .”
    Lowering her head, she fused her mouth to his, kissing him angrily. He let out a small groan and closed his arms around her. So quickly she didn’t even get a blink in, he rolled her under him, positioning himself between her thighs. He took control from her just like that …and she loved it.
    His mouth worked over hers as his hands trailed down her body, all the way to the hem of her dress. He slid his hand up her leg, making her quiver with need. When his fingers brushed her inner thigh, she whimpered and pulled his hair harder. He deepened the kiss and palmed her ass, grinding her against his rock-hard erection. When he rolled his hips, thrusting against her where she needed him most, she cried out. The sound never escaped, though, because he didn’t end the kiss. He didn’t even break contact as he jerked her skirt up high and slid his hands underneath.
    When he reached the top of her tights, he growled, curled them into his fists, and ripped them in half, seeming to not even want to take the time to remove them. She didn’t know why this made her so hot for him, but God it did. Her stomach clenched with need, and she ached for him to fill her. To bring her the pleasure only he could give her.
    Only he could make her legs shake and her body turn to jelly. He was the one who turned her into mush with a flick of his tongue. Only he did this to her.
    He pulled the remnants of her stockings off of her body and slipped his hand under her panties, cupping her butt firmly, sending a bolt of lust to her core. She moved against him restlessly, demanding more. He broke off the kiss and palmed her harder. “You like that?”
    “Yes,” she moaned. “God. More.”
    He let out a tortured groan, then lowered his body over hers, sliding down her inch by inch. He lifted her dress higher and sucked on her nipple through the fabric. She should stop this right now. Tell him to get off of her and run away before it was too late. This wasn’t the way to get closure.
    This was a new beginning, not an ending.
    A dangerous one.
    But the words