Page 38 of Sweetest Hate

I chuckled, the sound dark and raspy to my own ears as I dropped the towel. Crooking my finger, I lowered my voice to a heated whisper. "Come here and turn around. Hands on the sink."

Thirteen

Kellan

I heldmy breath as I watched Arsen in the mirror as he stood behind me, his cock brushing my bare ass while he slid the drawer next to us open. He retrieved a condom and bottle of lube before setting them on the counter. Our eyes met in the reflection, expression carved in stone, steel eyes dark and shadowed beneath long eyelashes. "Tell me how bad you want it," he rasped.

I glared. He wanted me to beg, and that would never happen. "You have me bent over the sink. Pretty sure that tells you enough."

He ran a finger lightly over my spine and shook his head. "I'm about to eat your ass. Tell me you want it."

Arsen had mentioned rimming me twice now, which told me it was something he liked to do. Admitting it wasn't the same thing as begging, I decided, so I swallowed hard and nodded. "I want it."

He growled, and a stinging slap on my ass sent a shockwave of need through my veins. "Gladly."

I watched as he sank to his knees, shivering when I felt his rough palms run over my ass. Without being told, I spread my legs further apart and hesitantly leaned down until my chest was flush with the smooth granite countertop. Arsen hummed in approval before he gripped my cheeks and spread them, pausing until I squirmed, knowing he was staring directly at my asshole.

His hands began kneading my soft flesh. "Such a fuckable ass." And then he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the puckered, sensitive skin. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned at the sensation of the wet glide of his tongue. He did it again and again, leaving my legs shaking as much as my voice did when I whispered his name, "Arsen."

He didn't reply but flicked his tongue faster, probing inside me until my dick was a leaking mess. "Arsen," I repeated on a moan when my sac drew tight. "I don't want to come yet."

He slowly pulled away and rose to his feet. "You want to come while split open on my cock, don't you?"

I scowled, but it was weak at best. "Do you always have to be a fucking dick?"

His lips kicked up on one side. "You seem to bring out the best in me."

"Don't blame me for you being an asshole." I glared.

Arsen only grinned as he reached for the condom, tearing it open with his teeth. He reached down, and I knew he was rolling it over his dick. "I'm going to fuck you hard. You up for that?" I shivered, and his lips twitched. "You are so up for that." He snatched the lube and looked down again, coating his dick. At the first slick touch of his finger against my rim, my eyes drifted closed. They shot back open when he thrust a finger deep inside me.

"A little warning—" My voice was stolen as he began moving back and forth, rubbing circles over the sensitive spot inside me.

"I did warn you. I'm going to take you hard and fast. Until you come all over yourself, I'm going to fucking own you." When he slid another thick finger along with the first, stretching me open, I couldn't think much less argue. All I could think about was his harsh touch and the way my body sang in response. He added a third, and I thrust back, meeting his hand, needing and wanting more. Growling, he finger-fucked me hard, scissoring his fingers until I was aching and needy. "You ready?"

What gave me away? The way I rode his hand? I scowled at the mirror. "Just fuck me already."

When he removed his fingers, I was left aching for more. Pressing his tip to my entrance, he pushed forward slightly, creating an instant burn. I gripped the lip of the counter and stifled a moan. At the promise of being filled by someone I hated but wanted in equal measures, an unfamiliar rush of need washed through me. I didn't just want it. I fucking needed it.

A knock at the door made me freeze, but Arsen shook his head, growling, "Go the fuck away."

"Dude, you've been in there for ages." The sound of some guy's voice was muffled on the other side.

Disappointed, I sighed. "Arsen, maybe we should—"

He thrust forward, hard and deep, sinking balls deep, ripping a gasp from my throat. "He can use the other one. Your ass is mine." Groaning low in his throat, he rasped, "So fucking mine."

"The other one? There are two bathrooms down here?" I panted as he hit a spot that made my eyes roll back. He'd conveniently not mentioned that when he'd dragged me in here, but I'd have to be pissed about it later. I could only manage a weak, "You asshole."

"Are you complaining?" He chuckled, but it came out more of a grunt as he pulled back and thrust forward again, ripping a low moan from my throat. "Keep making that sound. It only makes my dick harder. But unless you don't want everyone knowing my cock is in your ass, you better bottle that shit."

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the next moan he dragged from my lips, but there was no mistaking the sound of bare skin slapping against skin.

The guy on the other side knocked again. "Come on, man, get your dick wet later. I gotta piss.

"I said go the fuck away," Arsen growled as his fingers dug into my hips, and he pounded into me as if he couldn't get deep enough, fast enough.

"Fuck this. Asshole," the guy muttered as the sound of his footsteps retreated.

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