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Your hair curled around his slender fingers, locking into eachother around them, messily draped over his hands. His eyes had a glint, an undecipherable one, one you couldn't convey into words. He had a taunting grin on, his forked tongue in between his teeth and fangs, mocking you. His eyes, you still couldn't get it out of your head; they had such an expression. Lust? Perhaps. Jeering at your submission? Likely.
"I hate you." you uttered, unable to think twice as he suddenly pulled you back via your hair. You hissed in pain, wincing at the jolting pain that spread through your scalp. He smirked, "Are you sure, angel?"
"I fucking hate you." you scowled, a smirk etching itself onto your bitten lips.
A low, rasped laughter erupted from his throat, "We both know you don't mean that."
"How do you know?" you tilted your head.
"If you did hate me you would've pushed me away, but look at you now," Micah said, the glint in his eyes bright for just a second before it returned dull.
"Fuck you." you leered, pushing yourself against him as you placed a kiss on his unscathed lips. He with his handful of your hair, pushed you closer to him. His hand let go of your hair by now and was placed on your head, applying force onto it so you don't move an inch while kissing him.
His hands slowly moved to your waist, keeping you in place while he slowly leaned forward. With a swift and gentle touch, he had you laid on your back, against the velvet fabric of the bed. His hands slowly moved up and clamped around your wrists, trapping them above your head.
"I hate you, Micah Yujin." you said, though lacking of spite and hatred.
"Let's see about that." he smirked.