Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

every muscle in my gut against his attack, and I didn’t know if
I was really angry or just desperate to engage him in anything,
because I’d fucking missed this, but either way, I was having
fun.
I threw him over onto his back, and he kept rolling, trying
to get away, but I caught him. I landed on his back, pressing
him into the ground and driving my arm into the back of his
neck to keep him in place.
“Oh, I remember this,” I taunted in his ear, every inch of
my chest pressed against his back and both us very aware of
my groin on his ass. “This is what you really missed, isn’t it?”
He jerked his head back, trying to head butt me. “Don’t
fucking talk about that,” he growled. “I was drunk.”
“All three times?” I teased, smiling. “Michael and Kai
don’t know how close we got, do they?”
I lowered my mouth to his ear, ready to revive his memory
of how there were moments when I was the only one who
would give him what he needed. When no one else was there
for him, and we had everything money could buy but all we
really wanted were things that didn’t have a price.
When we were young and already drained and rotting from
the inside out, and for a few nights here and there we just
wanted to touch someone who got it. Who understood.
I could make him remember. I could push forward and not
think and make him not think and just go and take and feel
and…
Reaching around, I grabbed the front of his throat and
buried my face in his fucking neck, but he thrashed, jerking his
head back once again, breaking free from my hold, and
slamming me in the bottom lip.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the corner of my mouth dug
into my teeth, and I growled, distracted long enough for him to
throw me off.
Heat coursed under my skin, and my heart picked up pace
as I laughed and licked the cut, tasting the blood on my mouth.