Page 33 of Sweetest Hate

That always seemed to bother him when I talked about spending time with Quinn. "You don't sound very happy about that. Why does it bother you so much?"

Arsen's nostrils flared, and I was locked into his intense stare. My gaze drifted to his lips. His soft, fuckable lips.

"Keep eye fucking me like that. You've seen how that turned out," he warned.

I didn't need the reminder, but the damage was done. I fucking hated Arsen, but I also really liked the way his lips had felt on mine, which was highly inconvenient. It hadn't gone unnoticed he'd once again dodged a question.

He groaned and leaned down, glaring at me as he closed the distance. "You want me to kiss you, Kellan? Is that what has you in such a pissy mood? Want me to fuck your mouth with my tongue again but you're worried you'd have to share with someone else? Jealousy is a good look on you."

I ground my molars, refusing to admit the truth that I did want his lips on mine again because it was insane. As far as sharing Arsen, it would be a cold day in hell before I confessed there was even an ounce of truth to that.

Arsen huffed a laugh, but it didn't come from a place of humor. He was all predator, and he saw me as his prey. "Just a little begging and I might give you what you want."

Begging?"Fuck no. I'm not begging you to do shit. You might be the one to beg because—"

"Arsen?" Piper's voice came from the other side of the hill, and I stiffened at her now almost familiar worried tone.

"Piper is looking for you again," I whispered. I didn't want her to catch us in this situation and give her slightly unfounded ideas that I was willingly in the position. Even though there was a little truth behind it, I refused to acknowledge it.

Arsen clapped his palm over my mouth and backed us further into the corner, out of sight, whispering, "Shhh."

I knocked his hand away. "Don't fucking shush me."

Arsen studied me in the shadows. "Admit it. You want me to fuck you. You just hate me enough to lie about it. You want me to fuck you, Kellan? Will that stop your little shit fits?"

"Would it stop yours?" I countered because he was a moody asshole and had no right calling anyone else out for it.

Arsen's gaze grew heated and dropped to my lips. "Thought you said never going to happen, little mouse. What was it you said? I forget."

He didn't sound like he'd forgotten anything. If anything, Arsen sounded bitter, but I had no problem reminding the cocky jerk. "Something in the ballpark of "I wouldn't touch your dick if you paid me?"

"Yeah? Tell me then. If I reached out and felt your dick, would you be hard for me?"

The arrogant asshole smirked, and I seethed at him and myself because he had affected my body. His nearness unfailingly made every part of me react. I snapped in a whisper, "I hate you."

His nostrils flared. "Ditto, but I still want to fuck you too."

There was that bluntness I expected. Maybe they had been talking about me, which made me think of the entire conversation. It didn't make sense. Arsen did not like me at all. He just wanted to get me naked again. "Never going to—"

The lie died on my lips when his mouth crashed into mine. I froze at the sudden urgency behind his hands that fell to my waist, tightening as he licked the seam of my lips.

"Open your fucking mouth," he growled, and I did. I couldn't not part my lips for him. He tasted of mint and beer as his tongue slipped along mine in a desperate quest for more...everything. I moaned, and he took it at face value. I wanted him. Right here. Right fucking now. I'd hate myself afterward. He pressed against me, my back flat against the mass of earth behind me. "You do want it, huh? My dick stretching your ass wide. Admit it, little mouse. Webothwant it."

"Fuck you," I panted as he ground his hard dick against mine.

He groaned, lowering his head to trail his lips across my neck. "Not usually my thing. I'd rather fuck you. Tell me you want it, little mouse, and I'll fill your aching little hole. It does, right? Ache for me to fill you with my dick and come."

I ignored how well he read me, moaning because I couldn't help the sound that escaped my lips. I would never let him know he'd tapped into the truth. "You'll make an exception for me though, won't you? You'd let me fuck you—"

I gasped when he spun me around and shoved my chest against the knoll. Arsen pressed himself flush with my body, rubbing his cock on my ass. "Is that really what you want, Kellan?"

No. I want you to pull down my shorts and shove your dick inside me. The words formed on my lips, ready to betray me.

"Arsen," Piper said again, louder this time, worry sharpening in her tone. "I know you're over there, and I'd rather not see anything that would require bleach in my eyes."

"Dammit." Arsen sighed and dropped his forehead to my shoulder.

"You're being summoned." I pushed away from the dune, thankful the breeze had picked up and cooled my damp skin.

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