((Warning: Ugh, I hate spoiling this chapter, but anyway. Yes, things will escalate. Yes, this chapter is smut :") ))

To say fireworks exploded in me once his lips landed on mine is an understatement.

Spencer tastes like the vodka he just had, bitter with a faint hint of cherry. His warm lips, so fucking addictive and succulent, mold over mine perfectly as he kisses me ever so slowly, deeply, snatching my breath away.

Every single cell in my body comes to life, as though reborn and rejoicing in the bittersweet, familiar yet foreign sense of having his lips on mine. My heart pounds as it aches and celebrates to have the feeling it had not experienced for five years, what my body and soul had been yearning for years now.

His large palm cups my face, electrifying me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

I cling to him, fearing this might be a dream. Or even worse, that it's real and he'll come to his senses and pull away. But as he kisses me, his lips moving in sync with mine assuredly, my worries fade away.

I run my hands over the hard planes of his chest muscles, feeling him, trying to make up for all these years, as if that'll ever be possible. My fingers reach for his hair. Oh, those soft curls.

I tug and play with his hair as his other hand snakes around my waist. I moan in his mouth, and he pulls me closer to himself. Butterflies in my stomach go mad.

The emotions I thought I'll never be capable to feel again break loose over me.

Lightheaded from the rush of overwhelming sensations, I happily note how his kiss turns more ravenous with each passing second.

Breathless and floating in the ninth sky, Spencer breaks the kiss, plunging me back to reality. My hands curl into fists, tightly holding on to him, not wanting to let him pull away just yet.

Timidly I open my eyes and meet his burning gaze. Once again, I forget how to breathe as Spencer and I pant. His hot breath fans my lips with each of his heavy exhales.

"I hate you," he hoarsely whispers but doesn't move an inch. His hold tightens on my waist and his hand slides from cheek to the nape of my neck. "I hate you for using me. I hate you for lying to me for all those months... I-I hate you." Spencer rests his forehead on my mine, closing his eyes.

My eyes flutter shut too. "I hate you more. I hate you for leaving me, for hurting me. But I hate you the most for not even once turning and looking back at me," I murmur.

His arm flexes around my waist, pulling me even closer, our thighs press against each other. "Why do you always put me in impossible situations?" he breathes out.

Slowly, as if savoring the feeling, his palm moves along the length of my neck to my collarbone before trailing down to my chest. He lightly drags the back of his hand over the silky fabric of the robe, right over my breast.

My breath hitches, and my fingers tighten on his shirt as my head swims with growing need, and my body burns with desire.

"You won't let that bastard touch you," he growls.

My eyes snap open and I bite my bottom lip to suppress my smile. "Why wouldn't I?"

I'd let that asshole touch me all he wants in front of Spencer if this is what I get out of it. If just talking about it messes him up so much, I can't wait to put this plan into action.

Having Spencer so close to me only clarifies how badly I've missed him and how much I want him... maybe even need him. If getting closer to him is possible by making him jealous, then so be it.

I shouldn't let my guards down around him anymore, I've done that once, and the agony I endured is enough for a lifetime, yet I can't help it. My body aches for him, I yearn for his touch.

I probe him a little harder. "He's my fiancé, I have no reason to stop him, unless..." my voice trails down and I peer at him through my lashes.

His features darken. "Fuck you."

I grin. "Gladly." I grab his hand and without looking away from his smoldering gaze, I guide it to my cleavage. I let his fingers brush my skin, raising goosebumps, before leaving his hand right at the edge of my robe's neckline.

His breathing quickens and every vein in my body carries the fire of desire. My heart races, anticipation shakes me from my core as I wait for him to decide his next step.

From the way his shoulders tense, his darkened eyes dart between my face and chest, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my waist, the battle raging on inside him is crystal clear.

The pad of his thumb brushes my skin lightly before sliding under the neckline of my robe. My breath hitches and I close my eyes. Every cell sings under his scrutiny and touch.

"You're playing with me," he gruffly says but his thumb keeps on gliding up and down my breast.

"And don't you hate it when I do?" I counter back breathlessly. "I've always been your dirty little secret... I always make you do the things you swear off."

His lips brush the corner of my mouth in a light kiss. "You do," he sighs.

I thread my fingers through his hair, and trail my fingernails down the nape of his neck, earning a soft groan and a shudder from him.

As though snapping the last cord of his self-control, Spencer crashes his lips on mine in a rough kiss, devouring me. His hand pushes away the robe from my shoulder, letting the silky clothe slip from my shoulder, down to my elbow.

He breaks away from the kiss. His features twist with anger. Panting, he accuses, "You planned this, you're playing with me."

A smug smile curls my mouth before I bite my bottom lip and lift my naked shoulder in a shrug.

"I fucking hate you," he growls before slamming his lips on mine.

A satisfied moan slips from my mouth as he pushes me down to the bed. Not holding himself back anymore he kisses me with no restrain, like a wild, starved man, turning my insides into mush.

I wrap my legs around his defined torso and flush his body against mine, feeling the growing bulge poke at my inner thigh. Delicious shiver jolts down my spine and I pull him closer to me, splaying my fingers on his cheek.

Spencer pushes aside the other half of the robe covering me without breaking the kiss. His hand travels down my body, roughly feeling and groping every inch of me.

My body buzzes with excitement as I grow hot, my core clenches with need as I throb for him. I unbutton his shirt in a blur of motion, desperate to feel his skin, his body, and just him.

As I get rid of his shirt and let my hands freely roam over his warm, toned body, he latches his mouth on my neck and roughly sucks it.

I whimper and arch my back, a mixture of pain and pleasure shoots up my body, and I tighten my legs around him.

His hand, so unlike five years ago, twist and play with my breasts, pinch my already hard nipples, reminding me he's the same yet drastically different from the man I had come to know.

I'm glad he's not being his usual gentle, careful self. Otherwise, things would've grown complicated, my stupid brain would have messed up my emotions and misunderstood the situation.

He hates me for what I did to him.

I hate him for what he did to me.

Our every action, every touch, every breath reminds us of this unforgettably important factor.

He bites a spot right above my left nipple hard enough to leave a red angry mark. I tug his hair and moan, squeezing my shut. His mouth covers my nipple, harshly sucking it before lapping his tongue and nibbling it while I unbuckle his belt.

He wastes no time in getting rid of his trousers and boxers, throwing his glasses to the nightstand.

I don't dare to open my eyes in fear of letting my heart recall all those times we got intimate.

All I care about is, I proved my point. Spencer still wants me. He might not care about me, or possess any of the other feelings he might have had all those years ago, but one thing has remained from then, that's for sure.

He's still attracted to me.

He grabs my waist, slightly lifting me from the bed, and without a warning, he rams into me in one swift motion.

"Fuck!" I cry out and throw my head back, clutching the bedsheet. The intimate sense of having him in me, his hardened member filling me so perfectly, stretching me in all the painfully familiar and perfect ways clenches my heart.

Not up until this moment did I truly understand the depth of how greatly I've missed his body, his company... and him.

Despite my better judgment, I crack open my eyes. His brows have furrowed and he's inhaling through his slightly parted swollen mouth as he watched me with hooded eyes. Our eyes lock for a beat. My heart pounds harder in my chest.

For the first time, I glimpse a flash of longing and pain in his beautiful face. His eyebrows knit together, the emotions wane and give out to anger and hatred.

Fury glints in his dark blue eyes right as he pulls out of me completely and slams back into me, hitting a spot so deep in me it clears out all thoughts but him from my head.

I whimper and close my eyes, clutching the bedsheet tighter with one hand, as my other hand finds Spencer's wrist right before he pulls all the way out and thrusts back in harder than before. My toes curl, my muscles tighten with the pleasurable building tension.

He picks up his pace, ramming into me each time more forcefully than the previous time. He channels all these years of hating me, his frustration and anger into his thrusts. I clench my walls around him, making him groan and curse with each thrust.

I'm in no better state than him, whimpering and moaning incoherently, letting loose of all the pent-up frustration and resentment.

It's impossible to think about anything but Spencer and the pleasure he's giving me. The building tension in my body grows as every cell in me comes to life and buzzes with the excitement of the promised release.

Spencer's pace quickens. The sound of our bodies slapping each other gets almost as loud as my cries and moans. My nails dig into his toned forearm.

As much as I hate to admit it, I like this side of him too. Uncontrolled, driven by pure lust and anger. He had never fucked me as roughly as tonight and I'm enjoying it way too much.

But we both know what this means.

I won.

And he lost. Again.

My muscles grow taut, the sweet build-up becomes unbearable as Spencer slams into me harder and harder. My legs quiver and I tighten my fingers around his wrists, pushing my head down into the mattress. Squeezing my eyes so tightly, I see colors behind my shut eyelids, my moans and whimpers become louder and louder.

With one final hard thrust, pure ecstasy tears through my body and I scream his name as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, sending my pleasure-soaked brain to float in the ninth sky as my body becomes limp.

But Spencer doesn't stop. He keeps ramming into me, his movements getting erratic until I sense him hitting a deeper spot in me. A deep low groan slips from his lips as he curses, reaching his peak. He doesn't stop until he rides out his prolonged climax, keeping me in my blissed state too.

Panting, he sits back down on the bed. Lazily, I force myself to open my eyes and gaze at him. His head is tilted back and his eyes are shut, his chest rises and falls rapidly. I observe him with no shame, drinking in his naked body, the defined muscles of his chest and abs, his ruffled hair, and full lips.

For long moments, the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.

"This is why I told you I haven't started playing yet. We both know the second I do, you've lost the game." I giggle as I watch him.

He opens his eyes and fixates on me. An unreadable emotion flickers in his dark blue eyes. His gaze breaks away from my eyes and roves over my naked body before snapping back to my face.

Another beat of silence passes between us.

His eyes widen with shock as he curses under his breath and his muscles tense up. "I didn't have a condom."

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Hehehe hello my naughty readers xD

I hope you enjoyed this chapter (vote if you did!). In the last update before my exams, I did mention we're going to have some drama-infusing actions... well, here you go =)

So... do you think Gracie is being her usual reckless self? And did she win? Sure she proved he still wants her, but can it be counted as a win?

And tell me your thoughts on Spencer! Who thought he'd give in?! And he cheated on poor Julia! Who feels bad for her? Raise your hand if you do :}

And do you guys hate Gracie for not even once considering that Spencer is with Julia? =))

Ooohh, last question, do you guys think Spencer is only attracted to her or is it still love? =D

I'm gonna be frank with you guys, this part was not a part of my plan :') Initially, I had planned to have 2-3 smut scenes, that also in the last 5-8 chaps. BUT, being clueless about smut writing, I usually read as many things as I can about how to write smut. During one of my recent researches, I came across this post where it talked about different types of sex scenes, one being the hate-sex. Frankly, it piqued my interest and I wanted to try it out, the dynamics of it sounded fun... and the only book I could've tried it on was this. With a little more thought, I realised this can be the perfect conflict/drama for the story and I decided to add it =))

So I'm sorry if it's off-putting, rushed, or weird or anything, and I really hope you didn't hate it. Of course, feel free to point out the parts where you thought it sucked and I'll try to fix it. I've never written this type of smut :')

Well, thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it.

The next chapter will be up tomorrow.

Stay safe, lots of love, happy reading ♡