The conference table rattled beneath me as Ravić caged me in, his mouth crushing into mine again, our fangs clashing. My hands fisted his shirt, before moving down and unbuttoning his pants. Not out of tenderness, but fury.
"This doesn't mean anything," I spat against his lips.
"Keep lying to yourself," he growled, shoving my thighs apart, my skirt falling away as he stepped between them. His grip on my hips was bruising, claiming like he could grind the truth out of me.
I clawed down his chest, as he groaned, low and feral before sinking his fangs into my collarbone. Pain and pleasure blurred, hot and dizzying. I gasped out, the sound coming out like a moan.
"I hate you," I whispered, my nails biting into the back of his head.
"Then hate me harder," he rasped, tearing my panties aside, lifting my legs over his shoulders and slammed into me, driving the breath out of my lungs.
