Page 153 of Hate Me

I tightened my grip on her thigh that I was still holding against my hip, knowing I was definitely leaving marks, something that just added more thrill to it all.

She brought her other leg up and hooked it around my back, then used it as leverage to fuck back against me like a savage thing, becoming that animal that she did when the three of us fucked her like beasts.

I dipped my head and gnawed at her bustier, then bit her nipples through the sexy lace.

“God, yes!” she cried out.

The rougher I went, the louder her screams, the more she lost it, her nails driving deeper and drawing blood.

“Ungh… yeah. Hurt me, beautiful. Fuck back on me like my wild thing.”

And, damn, she did, clawing harder, bucking her hips.

I reached down between us and dragged my knuckles through her folds, groaning as she soaked them in seconds. “You’re taking my cock so good. Jesus Christ,” I grunted, grinding my knuckles over her clit. “Come for me. Come all fucking over me, baby.”

“Fuck!” she shrieked, a moment before she clenched down around me and came all over me like a good girl.

Her grip was out of this world… I couldn’t hold it, spurting inside her.

I took a moment to catch my breath, and then I shifted us so she was laying on me—my cock still inside her, of course.

I wrapped her up in my arms and she sank into me as I stroked her soft hair.

“You’re worried, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“What?”

I kissed her cheek. “You didn’t just come out here to see me, it was also to get away from King Manor and all the tension there with Caspian being on the eve of war.”

“Maybe something like that.”

“You want to be out there too, helping him, hmm?”

A mixture of admiration and worry flickered in her eyes. “You know me too well now.”

“Then again, beautiful, I saw you from the start, didn’t I? It’s what freaked you out so much.”

“Right back at you.”

My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket.

I grunted and pulled it out to find a text.

Caleb: Get your sweet asses back here. Eve of war meal and hanging time. Tell Skylar she’s lucky Cas is too distracted right now to come down on her for sneaking out. Hmm… maybe not lucky, because that would’ve been one hot as fuck punishment to witness.

I showed Sky the message and she chuckled.

Bastian: Sky says you can punish her if you want.

“Hey!” she cried, as I showed her what I’d typed.

Caleb: Toothbrush style?

“You’ve got him going now,” she said. “He didn’t take it as a joke.”

“Cal doesn’t joke about fucking.”

“Then I guess it’s gotta happen.”

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