Page 27 of All Your Hate

“I’m not an animal,” she mumbles to herself.

“Thanks, doc. Need me to see you out?” I don’t take my eyes off her as I talk to him.

“Wait! Shouldn’t he get tested as well?” She jabs her thumb my way.

“I get checked regularly. I’m clean.”

Her face tells me she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t push it.

“I’m already running late, I don’t need you holding me up anymore,” Luka huffs.

I wait for his footsteps to disappear down the hall before I open my mouth. “Do you get wet for all your captors or just me?”

Eagerly I ready myself for another scorching remark, but she looks away from me and focuses on the window.

“If all you want from me is sex, can we just get it over with already? Or am I notcleanenough for you?”

“I—” my throat closes up as I try to think of what to say.

I do want that. Who wouldn’t? She’s fucking stunning and so is her pussy.

Something’s stopping me from just fucking her though and I’m not sure what it is.

I’m insanely hard for her and she got wet for me. It’s like we’re meant to fuck. But I can’t stop my brain from running a mile a minute with questions.

“I want you to tell me who you are. If I know your real name and what happened to you then I can…help.”

“Help? Helping me would be taking me to the police! Or even just letting me walk out of here alive. I know you only want whatyouwant, so don’t try and trick me. I won’t fall for it.”

The way her temper makes my cock throb is making it difficult to think. The reasonable thing to do next would be to reassure her that she’s safe with me. But I’ve never been one to make good decisions.

I go to her side of the bed and when she tries to move away, I grab her by the throat and hold her in place. “You’re going to tell me your name.”

“I already—” I tighten my grip, cutting her words off while being sure not to do any real damage.

“You’re going to tell me your real nameorI’ll make you come.”

A breath catches in her throat.Gotcha.

“I know you’re desperate to. I got you close earlier, didn’t I? Or did I just imagine your pussy milking my fingers like it was hungry for my cock?” I laugh. “You got so wet for me when I barely touched you. Bet you’re absolutely soaked now.”

Tossing a scowl my way, she arches her back like she’s taunting me to snap her neck. To end it here for her. It would be so easy to. She’s so small and fragile.

What the fuck has she endured to give her life to me so willingly?

The feel of her pulse beneath my fingers stirs every dormant primal need inside of me back to life.

Slowly I drag my other hand down between her legs, being sure to feel every inch of skin along the way. I want her body mapped out in my mind for eternity.

The heat of her pussy is so present on my fingers before I’ve even touched her and I can smell myself on her from here. She’s showered, used my products, covered herself inme.

“Ladies choice.” I loosen my hold on her throat, giving her the chance to answer, but she keeps her lips glued shut. That defiant fire in her eyes tells me enough.

Self-preservation always wins out.

Letting go of her throat, I gently push her back onto the bed and press my fingers against her pussy, sliding into her entrance.

My eyes flash with hunger as I feel the wet heat inside. She doesn’t cower or fight me. No, my little viper’s far too stubborn for that.

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