I roll off you and onto my back with a small grunt, I run my hand through my hair as I let out a small chuckle ''God... I don't know what's best, the way you mewled under me or the way you pretended to hate it'' I say, pulling off the condom before tying it up as I throw it into the bin in the corner of the room.

Our families have been rivals since the end of time. The Styles' and DeCavalcante's have been at each other's throats for decades, we practically grew up hating each other. It's in my blood to hate a 'DeCavalcante'. I always said I'd waste no time in killing one when I got them alone.

And two months ago I was so close to killing one - you but i don't know what happened at one point doing our fight we started fucking, it all happened so fast. We were drowning in lust and hate and ever since then we've been addicted - we won't admit it but we both know it.

We meet up in a motel in the outskirts of warwick and then we fuck each others brains out and when we leave? We pretend like nothing happened and go right back to hating each other.

I grab my cigarette pack off the bedside table before placing one in between my lips, lighting it up. I take a slow drag of it before exhaling the smoke watching as it curls, I turn my head as I look at you.

''Another round before you leave mi amore?'' I say in a condescending tone like i always do, calling you 'mi amore' because i know it pisses you off, it's a sick reminder that love is a weakness.