Throwing the bolt for good measure, Joanna stomped to the middle of her room, never in her life wanting so desperately to throw a punch at something. Spying the pillows on the bed, she took a step in their direction when the sound of her door being kicked in caused her to almost jump out of her skin.

Addison stood in the doorway with skin flushed and nostrils flaring. “I’d rather fuck you,” she snarled as she strode across the room and pushed Joanna up against the bedpost.

They say the line between love and hate is thin, but the one between lust and hate is infinitesimal. Blood heated by anger and impassioned beliefs flowed like lava through their veins, desire turning molten as it searched for release.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time stood still. Denial had been their common ground, but Addison could no longer disavow what she wanted. Leaning in, she captured Joanna’s lips in a kiss as brutal as it was intoxicating.

Addison ground her mouth against Joanna’s, and feeding on the flavor of the woman like an addict for a drug, she claimed Joanna’s mouth again and again. Her kisses were punishing and heated, but anger was no longer her fuel. Driven by something primitive, far beyond anything Addison had ever experienced, the more she pressed her lips against Joanna’s, the more Addison needed to taste...and taste she did.

In less time than it takes to blink, Joanna went from trying to escape Addison’s assault, to relishing every second of it. Addison was relentless, and Joanna was a willing victim, and when she felt Addison’s tongue stab at her lips, Joanna thought she was going to die. Helpless against the desires she had kept hidden for so long, Joanna succumbed and parted her lips. In an instant, a rush of need coursed through her body, and Joanna fisted the cloth of Addison’s jacket, fearing her knees were about to fail as she tasted Addison’s tongue for the first time.

A primitive groan rose in Addison’s throat as she plunged her tongue between Joanna’s lips, and over and over again she ravished her with sweeps of a tongue, warm and wet. Control was lost, squelched by a feral need to take, and Addison did just that, pillaging and tasting until the need for air became too great. Pulling away, she greedily sucked air into her lungs.

In ragged gasps, Joanna fought for oxygen. She kept her eyes riveted on Addison, fearing if she looked away the dream would end, but when she saw the hunger etched on Addison’s face, Joanna swallowed hard. The dream had only just begun.