Page 62 of Hate Me

Shit. That had just come spilling out of me, like the jarring truth of it had been determined to be heard, that it'd had to be, no matter what.

He lifted his head and I choked as his amber eyes bled with so much emotion. “What?”

I looked away. “Nothing, I—”

He wrapped his hand around my throat, forcing our gazes to connect again. “Don’t do that. Not after what you just confessed.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Not with the way things are. It can’t matter, Bastian. It can’t.”

“The fuck it can’t, woman.”

My orgasm took me then, slamming into me, and making me convulse in his arms and shriek out into the room.

“Ungh, fuck, Sky. Fuck. The way you grip me.”

He lost his rhythm, then abruptly stilled, and with a growl, he came inside me, taking me higher at the feel of his hot cum filling me, and that erotic look all over his sexy face.

It took both of us several moments to come down from it, and when we did, he pulled out and rolled off me just to the side. I curled my legs up and sank into the sheets.

He startled me as he reached out and fixed my tank back into place.

He stared at me for several moments, pain all over his face.

And then he looked away and pushed off the bed.

He was pulling his jeans on and securing them in the next moment.

Then he came to me and fixed my panties and pants back into place. He eyed the cuffs still binding my hands. “This isn’t how I wanted our first time back together to play out.”

“There wasn’t supposed to be one. I’m not supposed to be here.”

“The fuck, you aren’t. Didn’t what just happened prove—”

“Prove what? Come on, it was as much a hate-fuck to you as it was breakup sex. Closure that neither of us got.”

“No.”

“You’re stable now, you’re doing so well. Me coming back into your life—in that way—I won’t do that to you again, I won’t risk everything going to hell for you again, hurting you. You can’t… you can’t handle it.”

“I’m different now.”

“Because I haven’t been here, haven’t been around you.”

“You’re wrong. You’re just shut down and believe me I know all about that.” He snatched up one of the ankle cuffs. “You’re not going anywhere. Not again. Not fucking again, Sky.”

Shit.

As he went to snap one of the ankle cuffs into place, I reacted, hooking my legs around him, then using all my core strength to drag him between my legs. The shock and suddenness of it served me well and he lost his balance long enough for me to trap him in a chokehold with my thighs.

He struggled and dug his fingers into my legs, but I just gritted my teeth and took the pain, keeping my focus on the task at hand and nothing else.

“Toss the key to me. Now.”

“No,” he rasped. “Not… letting you… go.”

“You have to!”

“No.”

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