Page 60 of Hate Me

Those amber eyes flamed with that familiar hellfire as he glared down at me right up close, barely a whisper of a breath between us. “Yet, here you are.”

Son of a bitch.

The intensity was another level, my skin was tingling all over, heat surging through me. And that look there as he stared down at me with so many conflicting emotions that matched mine and the battle taking place inside me… it all crashed into one another, decimating everything else around us, all external forces. Leaving nothing but the two of us and this unbearable need.

I lurched up, the chains clanging, and crushed my mouth to his.

A growl rumbled from him as he fisted my hair roughly and kissed me back with a ferociousness that called to that savage part of me in a terrifying, yet exhilarating way, promising a freedom that I’d denied myself for so long.

And now it was right there in my grasp after all this time, I couldn’t deny it, I had to taste it. I had to taste him. Us.

I slicked my tongue over his lips and then he was thrusting his inside my mouth. Groans and moans collided as we tangled in an aggressive whirlwind. I could barely breathe through it, but I couldn’t stop it for the life of me, or ease up. I needed it so badly, just like this.

He shifted his weight, straddling either side of my thighs, giving me the in I needed to roll my hips against his very hard cock, demanding the amazing friction.

A whimper escaped me when I couldn’t do more than that with my legs bound.

Sebastian ripped his mouth from mine. “I know, baby,” he crooned, running his fingers down my throat, over my shoulders, before jerking down my tank to bare my breasts. He kneaded them in that firm and rough way that he knew I liked, then dipped down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He bit and flicked it with his tongue, while pulling at the other with his fingers, exerting painful pressure that zapped straight to my core.

“God!” I cried.

“Fucking missed these,” he ground out.

He continued torturing my breasts until I was writhing on the sheets and twisting against the chains.

And then he trailed his tongue down my stomach, swirling inside my belly button and making me undulate at the sensation, before he slicked across the waistband of my lounge pants, teasing dipping inside.

He looked up at me, eyes hooded in that sexy way, as he uttered hoarsely, “If I dip my hand inside, you’re gonna soak my fingers, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“If?” I panted.

Challenge sparked in his eyes. “Beg me.”

I glared down at him. “It’s not your fingers that I want.”

He smirked. “Damn, I’ve missed this fucking fire from you.”

The next thing I knew, he was pushing off me and the bed.

As soon as his feet hit the floor at the foot of the bed, he was ripping open his jeans, then shoving them down, revealing he was going commando. He’d certainly come prepared. He kicked them off, then gave his very hard cock a couple of rough strokes. I noticed the glint of metal in his free hand, and the next thing I knew, he was spinning a key around, before then unlocking my ankle cuffs and freeing my legs. “Can’t fuck you like that,” he murmured to himself. “Need you wrapped around me.”

He was tugging my pants and panties off next, exposing me from the waist down.

I bent my knees to stretch out my legs and I watched his eyes devouring the sight of my pussy, fixed there with a ravenous look that had my core pulsing with need.

He pounced on me and crawled up my body.

And then his cock was dragging through my folds.

“Yes,” I moaned out, arching my back at the delectable sensation.

“Fucking drenched,” he groaned. “Your sweet cunt is such a filthy little whore for my cock.” He dug his blunt nails into my right hip, making me hiss. “Always will be, won’t it, Sky?”

He continued slicking his cock with my wetness, nudging against my clit over and over.

“Bastian,” I cried, the plea just tumbling free of its own accord. “Fuck me, fill me, hurt me.”

“Fuck, yeah, beautiful.”

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