Page 105 of All Your Hate

“Relax for me, my love. I’m not going to fuck you.”

Forcing my leg forward, he lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Could have fooled me,” I say weakly. Just the feel of the head of his cock is stimulating my body, but I still don’t want this.

“Bones, please.” I gasp as he slowly pushes inside. My body protests, my pussy feels like it’s on fire.

He lets out a long sigh once he’s fully in and presses his forehead to my shoulder. “I’ll never get over how good you feel.”

“Bones,” I say again.

“I just want to feel you. Relax and get some rest.” I don’t understand what he means until he wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me tighter to him. His cock hits deep against my already bruised insides and I tense. But he doesn’t move after that.

After a few minutes, I get used to the feeling of him and the pain disappears. As he peppers my shoulder and neck with light kisses I feel myself getting sleepy. My heavy limbs sink into the soft bed. The weight of his arm over me, a comforting security blanket. And his cock. Oh god, his cock is what grounds me. Binding me to him.

“This feels nice. I don’t know why, but when you're inside me everything else disappears. There are no bad memories, no worries. It’s just me and you. I like it like this.”

Bones kisses my shoulder again. “I love you, Wynter. With every inch of my body and soul. Never forget that.” I can’t say those words back yet and I can only hope he understands why.

We lie contentedly together. Usually, when I try to fall asleep my mind wanders to dark places, but like this all I can think of is him and I succumb easily.

21

WYNTER

I’m nervous as we ride the elevator up in Bones’ office building. It’s hotter than hell in this small box and my black cashmere sweater feels uncomfortable against my skin. I’m just glad I went with this gray plaid mini skirt so I'm not also sweating my ass off.

Everyone here seems to know him and the attention since we stepped through the doors has been more than awkward. I knew he was rich, but I didn’t realize quite how big his company is. Turns out they’re one of the most successful hoteliers in the country. Or they were. Bones told me that his father is struggling to keep the business afloat and has accepted an anonymous investor. But that’s it. No matter how much I ask he won’t tell me anything else.

“You can wait in my office. I still don’t know why you wanted to come,” Bones says casually as the last person gets off, leaving us alone. He leans back against the wall in his suit. It’s such a plain outfit compared to his usual style, but he still manages to make it look ridiculously sexy.

“Because I want to see what you’re so passionate about.” I wrap my arms around one of his. When he’s not working on tracking down the men for me to kill he’s been working his ass off in his office at home or here.

“Will I get a chance to meet your father?”

Bones gets a nervous flush on his face and I chuckle.

“I didn’t consider that,” he says. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Would you rather I call you my wife? That’s what I’d rather you were.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Girlfriend’s fine.”

When we step out of the elevator the floor is quiet, the only person around is an older woman with pink hair tapping away on her computer keyboard. She looks up at us then does a double take and stares at where our arms are joined.

“Noah!” she scolds him as she gets up and walks up to us. Her entire outfit is pastel, matching her hair. She’s like a sentient ice cream sundae. “You are not about to tell me you’ve met someone by bringing her here like this.”

“Afternoon, darling. This is Wynter. Wynter, this is Janine, my father’s assistant.” Bones gestures between the pair of us.

“I’m more than his assistant,” she scoffs. “That man would forget to wipe his ass if he didn’t have me.”

My eyebrows shoot up and I bite my lip so I don’t laugh.

“And I’m very grateful for everything you do for us. I’m just going to show Wynter to my office then I’ll head into the meeting.”

“Nope!” Janine takes hold of my arm and leads me towards her desk. “She’s not sitting around like a piece of furniture waiting for you. She can sit with me.”

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