Page 88 of Cruel Riches

He thought he was degrading me with his nasty insults, but he was actually walking right into my trap.

“But… that’s not true, is it?” I said softly, lifting my brows.

“What?”

I slowly pushed myself to my feet and took a half-step toward him. “You’ve touched me before. Like in the gazebo that night.”

His jaw clenched. “That was different,” he muttered.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“It was.” A vein was visibly throbbing on his forehead now. “I fucking told you, I wouldn’t put my cock anywhere near you now. You’re a dirty, fucked up bitch.”

“Yeah, I guess I am dirty. But I think that’s exactly why you wanted me that night,” I said, lips curving into a ghost of a smile. “Deep down, you’re just as fucked up as me, aren’t you?”

Nate dropped the bag and knife roll on the floor with a loud clatter. Then he surged forward and grabbed me by the shoulders, shoving me backward until I hit the wall. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch,” he hissed.

I ignored the searing pain in my back and shoulders. “Just admit it. You want to fuck me,” I said softly, tilting my chin slightly to one side. “So… why don’t you? There’s nothing stopping you. No one to hear me scream. You said it yourself the other day.”

He was going to think I was trying to seduce him to extend my lifespan or gain favors from him. That was okay. He could think that all he wanted.

I knew the truth.

“You’re crazy.” Nate pulled back and spat at my feet.

“I’m not,” I said. I paused for a beat to lick my dry lips, staring straight into his eyes. “I can see it. You want me. It’s the same way that part of me wanted you after the stoplight party, even though I hated you. Even though I wanted to kill you.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up.”

“You know I’m right, Nate,” I whispered, arching my body toward his. He was so close now that I could feel his hot breath on my face. “Even though I’m disgusting and filthy and you think I’m a fucking killer, you still want me.”

“Don’t,” he said thickly, eyebrows gathering in. I could feel a bulge in the front of his pants.

It was working.

“Don’t what?” I tilted my chin upward and widened my eyes. “Don’t tell the truth?”

“It’s not the truth,” he said gruffly, trying to avert his eyes as I licked my lips again.

I reached down to touch the bulge between his legs. “It obviously is. You hate me, but you want me,” I said. “It’s that sick, twisted part of you that you can’t control. It’s screaming for me, isn’t it?”

I didn’t need to provoke him any further. With a savage growl, he shoved me back against the wall, eliciting a shocked gasp from my lips. One hand tore at my panties, roughly yanking them aside to expose my pussy, and the other reached for the front of his pants.

My own hands quickly went to his chest. “I want to see you,” I said in a frantic whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He grunted impatiently, pulled it off, and tossed it to the floor. Then he unzipped his pants and picked me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips.

Before I could take another breath, his cock was at my entrance, and with a single thrust and a guttural groan, he was inside me.

Moans and whimpers ripped themselves from my lips as the violent intrusion made my core stretch and burn. Nate’s groin bumped against my clit with every hard, jerking movement, and the pain began to fade as I grew wetter and wetter to accommodate him.

I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the stark truth between my legs. Right now, I wanted this just as much as Nate wanted it. We were both as fucked up as each other.

I cried out every time he drove himself into me, hips smashing against mine as my nails dug crescents into his back. “You’re fucking sick in the head,” he growled against my ear, fingertips digging into my ass as his strong arms held me up against the rough stone wall.

“I know.” I raked my nails over his bare back even harder and leaned down to bite his left shoulder.

“Look at you,” he grunted, fucking me harder and harder. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”

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