Page 42 of All Your Hate

“One chance. We’ll fuck—”

“Keep dreaming,” I huff. At the mention of the idea of fucking him, my eyes feel magnetized to his naked body, but I stand my ground and only look at his face.

He holds up his hands. “Let me finish. We’ll fuck and it’ll all be on your terms. You choose the pace, the position.Everything.”

“I’m not participating in my own torture.”

“Torture? Ouch, you know how to bruise a man’s ego.” He closes the distance between us as he speaks. “No, little viper, you’ll say yes once you’ve heard the full deal.” My insides squirm with both hate and lust. A dangerous combination that will be my ruin.

He stops just an inch from me, forcing his presence over me again. The tension in the air between us and his hard length pressing against my stomach, making it hard to breathe.

“I’m going to fuck you and if you don’t come I’ll let you go.”

This is a cruel joke. It has to be.

“You’re going to have to say that again,” I breathe out.

“We’re going to fuck,Wynter, and you’re going to fucking love it,butif you don’t then you can leave. No tricks. I’ll take you wherever you want to go and you’ll never see me again.” There’s nothing in his gaze to tell me he’s lying, but surely it’s not possible that after everything this man has made me believe so far, that he’d really let me go.

“You’re cruel and twisted.”

His brows knit together as if he doesn’t understand how hurtful he’s being.

“You were going down on me while I was sleeping! You have an advantage. You willalwayshave the advantage.”

“I made you need to come already,” Bones muses to himself, his face serious like he’s strategizing a battle plan. “That’s not a problem. I’ll just get you off before we start.”

He’s so sure of himself like he knows I’ll say yes.

Do I really have a choice?

It’ll be the easiest way out of here.

I’m desperate for a release after his unwanted nighttime stimulations, but once I’ve had that it will be easy enough to lie back and let him use me. I can be on my way to Summer before the sun's up.

Holding my head high I say, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

9

WYNTER

The energy in the room shifts along with Bones’ demeanor. I thought he looked deadly before, but the way his face heats with primal need completely disarms me.

“Take off your shirt and sit back on the window sill. Let me finish what I started,” he commands me, then adds in a low murmur, “I’m dying for another taste of that sweet cunt.”

Fuck, it’s insane how he makes my body react.

He probably uses those lines on so many other women. I wonder how many have been in that bed. Were they willing or were they all like me?

I try not to let him see how much I’m shaking, but it’s obvious as I undo each button on my shirt. As it slides off my body, I stare at his feet so I don’t have to see the way he’ll be looking at me. He doesn’t let me out of it that easily. Bringing his fingertips to my chin, he gently tilts my face up. “Eyes on mine, my love.Alwayson mine and never down.”

He looks at me with nothing but awe and hunger in his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re stunning, Wynter.”

Instinctively I cover my pussy and breasts, but he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands gently to my sides.

“I’m not. I’m disgusting.”

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