F*ck You Like You Love Me...
I couldn't resist this scene in the upcoming Cruel Seduction. I'm a sucker for fuck you like you hate me, but the fuck you like you love me is a lot rarer...
“Adonis,” he murmurs against my skin. “Tell me.”
The truth is that I’m not entirely certain I’d dislike anything he does to me. I don’t know how I got to this place, but it feels so good to let my brain click off and my body take over. To submit, just a little, and let someone else shoulder the worries that have plagued me for weeks.
Even if they’re still there, lingering at the edges of my mind, along with my broken heart and far too much anger.
I will not think about her. Not now. Not in the midst of this.
He nips the spot where my shoulder meets my neck and the words spill out. “I want it slow.”
Hephaestus's hand on my stomach shakes, just a little. “You are the little romantic, aren’t you?” I can’t help tensing, waiting for derision or mocking, but he just sounds as faintly wondering as he looked earlier. He sets his teeth against my skin. Not quite a bite, but it makes me jump all the same. “You want me to fuck you like I love you.”
He spins me around and then his mouth is on mine. Gods, but I could get addicted to the way this man kisses me. This time it’s soft and slow and, yes, like he loves me. I know it’s a lie, but I can’t stop myself from sinking into it. Hephaestus will never be mine, not in reality, but I’m so damn tired of reeling after Eris’s moves, I’ll take the illusion of it.
Even if it’s only for tonight.
Hephaestus backs me toward the bed, keeping us tightly pressed together. It’s a little awkward, but that only heightens the way he takes my mouth like he owns me. My legs bump the mattress and he presses me down. “Lube?”
The weight of him is gone in an instant. He moves to where I indicate and pulls out the bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. When I raise my brows, he shakes his head slowly. “This might not be true any other time, but tonight you’re safe with me.”
He’s just playing into the fuck me like you love me thing. That’s all. But that doesn’t stop my chest from going soft in a truly worrisome way. “Okay.”
He pushes me back onto the bed and settles on top of me. The weight of him does funny things to my head. Hephaestus, in general, does funny things to my head. I know he’s not for me, could never be for me, but he’s so refreshing in a way I never expected. Blunt and harsh and, strangely enough, awkward and kind.
“You’re thinking too hard.” He presses an open-mouth kiss to the back of my neck. The scrape of his beard against my skin makes me shiver. “Second thoughts?”
“No, nothing like that.” I reach back to where he has one hand braced on the bed beside me and lace my fingers through his. “Don’t stop.”
