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“I fucking hate you.”

“I know. Say my name. Let me hear that hate, Princess.” I increase my thrusts, gritting my teeth against the urge to come. I will not fucking come until she does.

“I hate you.” Her back bows, lips parting as she gasps.

“Say. My. Name.”

“Fuck you. Fucking fuck. I fucking hate you, Eli.” My name spills from her lips in a throaty moan.

“Once more. Say my name once more.”

“Eli … fuck … Eli … oh god, yes. Eli!” She’s chanting my name, moaning breathlessly and I can’t hold out any longer.

I smile against her cheek. “Good girl. You can come now.”

And she does, her curses filling the air, nails raking down my back, and I delight in it, savor it, love it as I find my own release.

“So fucking good,” I whisper. “You feel so good, Princess. I can feel you coming on my dick. Such a good fucking girl.”

Chapter 121

Arabella

I stir drowsily, and awareness comes back, I feel an unfamiliar ache low in my body. I’m draped over something warm and hard. I’m too comfortable and relaxed to move. My recollection of last night is hazy, and there’s a dull throbbing in my head.

Urgh, I’m never drinking vodka again.

Eyelashes lifting, my gaze focuses on a face, and the false sense of safety I’ve awoken with drains away. Eli is sprawled beneath me, eyes closed, his breathing steady.

We’re both naked under the sheets, and the reality of it rings alarm bells through my head.

You feel so good, Princess. I can feel you coming on my dick. Such a good fucking girl.

The memory of his words whisper through my mind. Other images and sensations join it. His lips on mine and the cool metal of his lip ring against my mouth. The feeling of being stretched and filled. Him moving over and in me. All the pleasure I’d been craving and starved for.

A whimper bursts from my throat, and I almost choke on my shock as I scramble out of the bed and away from him. “No, no, no.”

Eli’s eyes snap open, and he throws out a hand. “Princess?” His voice is thick, gravelly with sleep.

“What did you do to me?” I’m shaking so hard my teeth are chattering.

“Do to you?” he repeats in sleepy confusion.

My mind spins in chaos.

“I was drunk, and you—you took advantage of me, you bastard!” The accusation tumbles from my lips, anger merging with my agitation.

Eli’s expression hardens. “Drunk? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Did you even use a condom?”

His eyes widen at my question, and I have my answer.

As I back away from the bed, I press a hand to my stomach, nausea rising.

“I hate you, Eli Travers, and I wish I’d never met you. You’re nothing but a nasty little monster!”

Eli dives off the mattress. I dash into the bathroom and slam the door. I manage to lock it just as his fists hit the wood.

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