Page 90 of Please Hate Me

Her lips found the base of my neck, and she sucked the skin into her mouth. The rush of dull, warm pain that accompanied a hickey wasn’t new to me, but the fact that Sophia was the one leaving marks on me was thrilling.

So I stared into the mirror, meeting a gaze that wasn’t quite mine. It was easier to feel beautiful when one of my biggest insecurities was hidden behind colored contacts. Still, I tried to imagine my mismatched irises instead of the chocolate-brown ones staring back at me.

“I’m beautiful.” The words felt even more foreign when said with confidence, but Sophia was happy.

She graced me with another hickey, this time on my shoulder blade.

“Good girl. Now, I don’t want to hear you talk like that ever again, got it?”

She plunged her fingers into me, using my arousal as lube as she toyed with my clit.

“Mhm,” was all I could manage.

“If you do, I’m going to have Lucian punish you,” she threatened.

Her fingers went faster, thrusting in and out of me. I was glad she’d gotten the sapphic manicure earlier, though I did wonder how the longer nails would have felt inside me. My knees went so weak that Sophia had to wrap an arm around my chest to keep me steady.

“Why don’t you punish me yourself?”

“Because I want to watch.” Her breath was hot on my neck. “I’d never hurt you, anyway. You’re too cute for me to do that… but the boys would have a field day keeping you in line.”

“W-what would they do to me?”

I gasped as Sophia was getting me dangerously close to climax. I leaned into her, ready to dissolve into the bliss that came with an orgasm, but she removed her fingers just seconds too soon. An involuntary whine escaped me.

She brought her fingers to my lips. “Clean these for me.”

My shaky breath crashed against her ring finger as I accepted her middle and pointer into my mouth. I made sure to suck every drop of myself off her, trying to impress her with what my tongue could do.

Slowly, she lowered us to a kneeling position on the floor. The stiff carpet cut into my knees as she pushed me forward, palms against the mirror, and searched for my sensitive spots again.

“What would they do?” Sophia mused, taking her time as she toyed with me again. “Well, Lucian’s pretty obvious. He’ll leave your butt black and blue, maybe make you kneel on uncooked rice if you make him mad enough.”

“He wouldn’t do that.”

“Honeybee, his initials are scratched into your butt. Do you think he’d hesitate to punish you?”

My heart skipped as I looked over my shoulder, trying to see what she was talking about. Sophia gently turned my head back around as she grabbed her phone. I heard the shuttering of her camera app before she showed me the screen.

Lucian’s initials stained my alabaster skin, and a tide of emotions washed over me. First, I was angry. He didn’t have permission to do something like this, especially since Sebastian would be coming home soon. Next came bewilderment: was this going to scar? Why would he even think of doing that?

Finally, a slight, elated feeling took over my chest. When he said I’d always be his, he meant it. Plus, this was areallysexy way to claim someone.

The carpet was starting to hurt, and I couldn’t even fathom what being forced to kneel on uncooked rice would be like, but I didn’t have to. I wasn’t being punished right now.

With that in mind, I lowered myself onto Sophia’s lap. She adjusted me before snaking a hand around to my clit as she found the perfect pattern of circling and caressing me. The motion was so hot I couldn’t breathe, constantly one wrong move away from climax.

“A-and Cameron?” I panted.

“Hmmm… He’s a rigger,” she mused, “so he’d probably bind you up so you couldn’t move while he did whatever he wanted to you. He’s rougher than Lucian, you know.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh, but it is.” Her breath tickled my ear. “He won’t hurt you like Luci does, but he likes toys, and knowsexactlyhow to use them to force you to your limits.”

I wanted to think about that, to let my mind run rampant with Cameron’s potential punishments, but Sophia was keeping megrounded in the moment. All my thoughts were consumed with just how good this felt.

“But, I won’t do that to you. I just want my Honeybee to feelgood,” she assured me.

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