It was a lie. Pietro knew it and Dom knew it as well. They didn't hate each other. They drove each other crazy sometimes, but that didn't equal hatred. "Shut up," Pietro said it flatly. There wasn't even a challenge in his voice. It wasn't worth fighting over. He'd let Dom say whatever he wanted because he knew Dom didn't mean it.
There was a moment of silence. And then Pietro moved so that his face was just a few inches from Dom's. He watched her carefully. "I want to fuck you," he said it softly, a low growl in his throat.