Page 15 of Hate Mates

Please let it be option number two.

Still, I’m not taking chances, so hugging my laptop against my chest, I take the stairs two at a time until I reach the spare bedroom Maeve assigned to me for the night. Closing the door behind me, I crawl onto the huge king-sized bed and set the laptop in front of me, another message already on the screen.

I’m waiting.

Gritting my teeth, I hook my thumbs into the string resting on each hip and drag my panties down my thighs. I can’t believe I’m obeying the commands of a total stranger on the internet. I reach between my splayed knees and type.

They’re off.

Again, his response appears as if he’d been waiting.

Do everything I say. If you don’t, I’ll know, and our deal will be off. Are we clear?

My head wobbles my affirmation as I type it.

Yes.

Good girl. Now spread your legs.

I obey, my teeth sinking so deeply into my lip I wince.

Sink two fingers deep inside your cunt.

My face heats, but I do it, so slick from all this dirty talk, my index and middle finger slide easily inside.

I said deep, Izzy. You think the Devil will be gentle with you? Fuck yourself like I’m watching.

His shift in tone is like a hot skewer driving right through me. I don’t stop to wonder how he knew I was being timid. I thrust my fingers inside and pump. At first, it’s awkward, but then my mind wanders, and it’s no longer my hand. It’shim. Lucifer’s fingers are inside me, giving me a taste of the decadent darkness that awaits.

A muted ding has my eyes opening and focusing on the screen.

Do you feel that hint of pain, love? That belongs to me, and it turns into pleasure, but only if you let it.

“I want it,” I moan, the lines between reality and fantasy blurring.

Rub your clit so hard you forget where you are.

The combined effort nearly has my eyes rolling back in my head. It’s not just the action that has me close to falling apart. It’s the fantasy. It’s the taboo feeling of this dark, otherworldly being controlling me, using me, and dominating me.

Just when I think he’s pushed to the limit—that there’s nothing else he could type to send me hurdling over the edge—a new message pops up, and I lose all rational thought.

Have you realized you’re just a vessel, love? I’m the one fucking you. That’s my cock and my tongue, and they’re both destroying you without a sliver of mercy.

That does it.

A burst of light explodes behind my eyes, and I scream, convulsing as my orgasm slams into me, hurling me off a cliff onto a jagged, rocky shore. It’s never-ending, the aftershocks waging war for what seems like hours. Finally, my body collapses against the pillows, drenched, weak, and breathless.

I pull my fingers out, cringing at the evidence of my debauchery. Just as I go to slide off the bed to go to the bathroom, another message ignites the screen.

Don’t even think about it. The Devil doesn’t waste his hard-earned reward.

My jaw drops. “He can’t be serious.”

But another message pops up, detailing how wrong I am.

Taste the power I have over you.

I tentatively bring my hand to my mouth and dart the tip of my tongue against my finger.It’s sweet.I lick again.And empowering.Another lick.And dirty.Flattening my tongue, I drag it up my palm, more warmth spreading between my legs. Then, my inhibitions shatter, and I’m licking my whole hand clean.

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