Page 61 of Hate Me

One moment he shifted to my entrance, and in the very next he slammed inside me.

“Shit!” I screamed as he tore into me, hitting so deep he stole my breath for several moments.

He stilled, one hand squeezing my breast, the other still digging into my hip. “Jesus Christ,” he uttered through clenched teeth. “So fucking tight.” His eyes gleamed. “I was right on the money, this sweet little cunt has been neglected, big time.”

I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his back. “Shut the hell up and fuck me.”

“You want me to make you hurt, hmm? You’re so tight right now I can barely move, baby. I fuck you the way we both need it and it’s gonna hurt for sure.”

“Careful, that doesn’t sound like hate to me.”

“Maybe it’s not.”

Our eyes locked.

I looked away, grimacing, and not just from the burn of him filling me to the brim, something I was clearly no longer used to.

“Sky,” he pushed.

“Stop!” I yelled, tugging at the chains again. “Untie my hands and I’ll fuck you if you can’t handle it.”

“Can’t handle it?”

“That’s right.”

“Always getting under my skin,” he ground out. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“Good,” I bit back, glaring up at him. “Then make me.”

His eyes flashed with that familiar hellfire and then he snarled, pulled almost all the way out, then rammed back inside, tearing another scream from me.

He didn’t stop then, his brutality unleashing all over me as he fucked me like a madman, the force of every thrust making the chains clang violently against the headboard, and my whole body shaking with it.

And it was fucking glorious, the feel of him fucking into me raw like an unhinged thing, hurting and pleasuring me at the same time, driving me out of my mind with the conflicting intense sensations ripping through me.

“Yes! More! More, Bastian!”

“Fucking right,” he ground out as he pulled his cock free, then yanked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.

Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.

His fingers slid through my folds, then I felt them sliding along the crack of my ass. I jolted as he started rimming my hole. And then he suddenly shoved them inside, the burn making me choke out a gasp.

He wasn’t gentle about it, twisting and then pulling and stabbing in and out, forcing me open so he could drive deeper and deeper until his digits were fully swallowed by my ass.

“Fuck, this ass feels virgin again. Makes it all the sweeter for me to torment. Cal’s gonna be over the moon to break it in again. Or maybe we’ll let Cas have a go, have his piercings leave their marks deep inside this resisting hole.”

“Oh God,” I breathed.

“Hell, yeah, you like that, don’t you? Definitely still our filthy whore.”

“Fuck, Bastian.”

He pumped his fingers in my ass, then his body covered mine as he angled his cock and slowed his thrusts to deep and brutal, hitting my sweet spot over and over and fucking over, until I was delirious with the overwhelming sensations wracking my body.

He buried his face in my neck and ground out between brutal thrusts of his cock and fingers, “I hate you for leaving us. I hate you for not believing in us. And I hate you for not loving me back.”

I dug my heels into him, gasping as the pleasure built higher and higher, “That’s the problem. It wasn’t that I didn’t love you back.”

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