#Chapter 80 – Upstairs

My mouth is open to Kent’s as he kisses me, his tongue warm and desperate against my own. I feel a hard shudder pass through me as he pulls his mouth away, the hard stubble of his cheeks a contrast to the softness of his lips as he tears his mouth across my jaw, down my neck, every movement frantic, rash – none of it designed to seduce, all of it feeling as if he can’t not touch every inch of me with his mouth. Now. Immediately. “Fuck you, Fay,” he growls against my shoulder, the edges of his teeth pressing harsh against the soft and tender skin of my neck. “God damn it, fuck you.” I know he’s furious, angry at me for pushing him this far – for making him the one to break – But god damn it, I love it. A warm thrill is running through me, from my head to my toes. And despite what I know it will raise in him, how dangerous he can be, I laugh. I tilt my head back and laugh, reckless, welcoming it. Because it was all leading to this – contracts or not, since the moment he laid e