Page 50 of Hate To Love You

Here’s the thing, Ryker. Something you don’t know about me is I’m competitive as hell, and I always win.

“Fuck. You,” I smirk, and I can see the challenge flash behind Rykers bright green eyes.

I’m sure he’s not used to hearing that coming from a woman, or anyone really. But I don’t care. If he’s going to be an ass, I can be bitch right back. I am not afraid of him.

Ryker’s other hand comes around to cup my chin, putting slight pressure on it to hold me still. My clit pulses at the sudden movement, and I can feel my nipple pebbling under my bra.

Flashes of the other night float through my mind. Touching myself, orgasming so hard I saw stars.

“Oh, Rebel. You have such a dirty little mouth. What should we do about that?” he tsks. The brat in me wants to push him off of me, but the horny, desperate part of me wouldn’t dare.

I shrug.

The rough pad of Ryker’s thumb skates over my bottom lip, causing me to intake a sharp breath.

Ryker’s eyes search mine for a moment, his expression laces with so many different emotions. Hate, lust, anger, confusion. He’s fighting himself, wondering what his next move should be, and the deranged part of me wants him to smash his lips against mine. Another part of me wants to challenge him a bit more, see how far I can go.

“I can’t stand you,” I tell him, partly the truth and partly a lie. His smirk causes a giddy feeling in my chest. Does he want me to hate him?

“Ms. Sharpe is that a lie?” he cocks a brow. I attempt to shake my head, but his grip on my chin has only gotten tighter. “I don’t like liars.”

His grip finally loosens enough for me to rip my face out of his calloused hand. I glare at him, because that’s what got us into this whole thing. The fact that he wasn’t telling me whether he went after Ashton or not. Though not technically a lie, he is withholding the truth. And in my book, that’s the same thing.

“Maybe you should look in the mirror, Mr. Steele.” The contempt in my voice surprises me.

Ryker is still in my face, our breathing mixing together as we each get a little more riled up. His eyes are wild, and it looks like he’s losing the battle in his head. I refuse to be the first one to break.

“You’re infuriating,” he spits.

“What? The big bad Ryker Steele can’t handle little ole me?” I challenge.

I don’t know when I got so angry, but the mix of him refusing to tell me something I want to know, and him being so cold earlier makes me want to hurt him.

Ryker’s eyes darken with rage, and I can see I’ve hit a nerve.

“I hate you,” he fumes. The words hurt only slightly, since I’m feeling them a bit too right now. But for some reason, I’m still throbbing with need. The need to feel something. To feel anything. To feel him.

“I hate you, too,” I practically pant as his face grows closer to mine, his lips lightly grazing mine.

Without moving, he says, “Show me how much you hate me.”

Before I know it, Ryker picks me up out of my chair, and my arms and legs instinctively wrap around him. He lets out a low growl before pulling me roughly against him, his lips crushing mine.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. So rough, so wild, so needy. It feels good.

I melt into him, parting my lips, allowing Ryker to explore my mouth with hungry strokes of his tongue against mine.

He places me on the table, my laptop and books pushed to the ground with our frantic movements. His hands roam my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs grazing my sensitive nipples through my tank top.

Fuck, this is better than I thought it would be, kissing Ryker. He’s not gentle, he’s demanding.

Moaning into his mouth, I respond eagerly to his touch, my hands tangling in his hair as I try to pull him closer, craving more.

Breaking the kiss, Ryker trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline and down my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Rebel,” he growls, his voice husky with desire. My stomach flutters. He’s right, I don’t know how long he’s wanted to do this, but the way he’s kissing me seems like it’s been a while.

I let out a gasp as Ryker continues his path downward, his tongue tracing my cleavage. I should tell him to stop, right? This is crazy, and if we get caught, we’ll both be expelled. Well, at least I will. He’d probably get off scot free since he’s an Elite.

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