Too Late To Love, I want Revenge Now!
“And yet, I still won.”
Victor let out a deep chuckle, his face inches from mine. “I should disqualify you for cheating.”
“But you won’t,” I murmured, tracing my fingers along his jawline.
“No, I won’t,” he admitted, before pressing his lips against mine.
The kiss was slow at first, teasing, drawing us in. But as his hands roamed over my waist, pulling me closer, the teasing turned into something deeper. I tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him with everything I had. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of each other, until he finally pulled away, slightly breathless.
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