Falling for my greatest Nemesis, Killian Blackwood
"I hate you more than anyone else in this world."
"Good," Killian whispered, a slow, terrifying smirk tugging at the corner of his split lip. The raw malice in his expression was beautiful, a dangerous art piece designed to destroy me. "Keep hating me. Fuel that fire. Because it's the only thing that makes this game fun."
He shifted, his long legs sliding over mine through the thick duvet, trapping my body entirely beneath his frame. He didn't pull back. He didn't offer a single inch of space. He simply anchored himself over me.