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The kiss is savage. No. It’s barbaric like he never kissed before. Like he’s only discovering what it feels like to kiss. It’s like he wasn’t kissing me earlier. Like he was holding back. I’m in that phase where there’s no air and no other thoughts but him and his lips. His firm, yet soft lips. His brutalising lips. His body crashes into mine. All his hard lines mould into my soft curves. My hands find refuge on both his sides and I moan into his mouth. Aiden breaks away, breathing harshly, and grunts against the corner of my mouth. I had expected him to let go of his anger with the kiss, but it’s worse. His rage is a living, breathing being right now and he doesn’t even bother to mask it. “If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking murder them. Is that clear?” My lips part, unable to breathe properly, let alone speak. “Is that clear?” He grits out. “I’m not your thing, Aiden.” Damn him to the pits of hell. What does he think I am? An object? He chuckles,