Page 150 of Hate Me

Beyond lust and attraction with a whole lot of intrigue to top it off.

It had gone beyond anything I’d ever dealt with before.

I’d known it then.

I’d known that she was different for me.

That I could never let her go.

Now I’d never have to.

“One last time,” I murmured to myself.

I went to head inside the café, resolved to sit there for a while, when a hand snagging my arm brought that intent to a jarring halt.

In the next second, I was being wrenched away, then spun around.

A boot slammed into my back and as I threw my hands out to steady myself, the stable surface I was about to use of the door to the stairwell was taken out of the equation as it was suddenly ripped open.

I stumbled through it, heard it shut, then hands slammed into my chest and shoved me up against the wall.

“Talking to yourself? Interesting.”

The familiarity of those words hit me.

My words.

I blinked through the shock of it all to see the most beautiful sight standing before me.

In all her glory, her blue and silver hair loosely curled, a black hoodie with blue embellishments of lotuses that resembled her tattoo, and a pair of black jeans that gave way to some studded ankle boots.

“Sky,” I rasped, beyond taken aback.

She grinned, then pushed her weight into me, making me groan as her soft breasts pressed against my hard muscle.

Her hand came up and grasped my throat, stroking the pulse point. “Mmm, I love the way you just uttered my name, all breathy and fucking husky.”

I smiled at her second callback to our first time in here, where I’d shoved her up against the wall, played with her, and made her come her brains out for me. Good times.

I rose to it. “Hmm… stalking me, baby?”

“Stalking is such a negative term. Let’s just say I’m taking an interest.”

She relaxed her hold on my throat and I let out a laugh at her using my words again.

My exact words.

“So, that interaction was as memorable for you as it was for me? Remembering every little detail, I’m touched.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” she told me with mock displeasure.

I slid my hands down to her hips, stroking softly. “How can I not be when you’re mine?”

“Oh, shit, now the charm’s coming out too.”

“You’re in serious trouble now.”

“Bring it on, sweets.”

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