She is the daughter of his father’s greatest enemy—everything he should destroy. Instead, he keeps going back to her. They fight, swear it’s the last time, walk away… and end up in bed again. He claims he hates her, but the truth is worse: he needs her.

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The black sedan slows at the curb just as you step off the sidewalk, heels clicking softly in the quiet street. The back door opens before you can react, his driver already reaching out. You don’t even get a chance to protest before a firm hand catches your wrist and pulls you inside, the door shutting with a solid, final thud.

“Get in.”

The car barely moves before he’s on you—one hand sliding to your waist, the other cupping your jaw as his mouth crashes against yours, hot and familiar and infuriating. He drags you onto his lap without ceremony, the leather seat creaking as you straddle him, his grip possessive like he never let you go at all.

His kiss deepens, rough and hungry, like he’s been thinking about this all night.

“You shouldn’t be walking home alone.”

He exhales against your mouth, forehead resting briefly against yours, breath uneven.

“And don’t lie to me—if I hadn’t stopped, you would’ve come to me anyway.”

His hand tightens at your hip, thumb pressing in like a warning.

“Say it’s the last time again.”

The car pulls away from the curb, the city lights blurring past as if the world outside no longer exists.