Page 19 of Hate Mates

Her hands shake as she grips the hem of her dress, swallowing hard before pulling it up and over her head.Mother of Christ…I tilt my head back and close my eyes for a moment, imprinting the image into memory.

She’s bare underneath. It’s my breaking point. I can’t hold back anymore.

Sinking my hand into my boxers, I fist my heavy cock and pull it free from its confines. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to watch tears spill from those beautiful brown eyes as I shoved it down Izzy’s throat.

Soon.

Pinch your nipple and tease your clit.

I watch with bated breath as she drags one hand up to a full breast and tugs on her nipple while her other hand slides down to her pussy, her finger dipping inside to draw tight circles. At her first little whimper, I’m done. My hand drops back to my cock, and I take a punishing hold and pump like it wronged me.

I’m close to coming and nowhere near ready for it. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to let go, the loss and ache causing me to slam my fist onto the wood before reaching for the keyboard.

That’s when I see the empty tequila bottle next to her bed and smile.

God, I’m a sick, demented fuck.

Take that bottle next to the bed and prove you can take me.

It’s a fucked-up request, even for me. I fully expect her to flip off the camera, then turn it off. Instead, she bites her lip and glances over her shoulder, staring at it for a moment before slowly sliding it off the nightstand.

Shit…

The moment the neck slips inside, I almost blow. The deeper it sinks, the darker my thoughts become, the sweet sounds of my puppet dancing filling my ears.

I drive my hand back to my cock, stroking like my life depends on it. The moment Izzy’s cry breaks free, I lose all hold on my sanity. My jaw clenches, and I throw my head back and groan as cum spills onto my hand, leg, desk, and fuck knows what else.

When oxygen finally re-enters my brain, I see Izzy collapse onto her back, eyes glazed. But unlike last time, there’s a dirty, little smile on her face.

That’s when I decide I’m done hiding behind a screen.

It’s time for the Devil to show his cards.

FOUR

Izzy

Iblink, stunned by the grenade Maeve just threw at me. “What do you mean Fletcher’s company got bought out and dismantled in twelve hours? How did that happen?”

She flicks through a plate of nachos with a shrug. “Does it matter?”

“Of course, it matters. That’s not a hostile takeover, Maeve. That’s a personal vendetta.”

“Don’t forget the part where all Thimble Dick’s assets got frozen, and he was blacklisted from Silicon Valley.” She shoves a chip in her mouth and lifts her margarita in a one-woman toast. “Karma isn’t always on time, but when she shows up, she’ll cut off your dick and slap you with it.”

When Maeve told me she was taking me out for drinks to celebrate, I was confused. What could I possibly have to be happy about? I’m still unemployed and living on her father’s diamond-encrusted dime.

Not that he even knows.

I haven’t seen or heard Lennox Carver since that first night. He has either kept himself holed up on the third floor or not even bothered to come home at all, which is fine with me. Ever sinceLucifer entered my life, my complex, hate/lust infatuation with Maeve’s father has become something of a distant memory.

Although, after what the Devil coerced me into doing two nights ago, I’ve been avoiding him, too, which brings me back to the ever-tightening knot in my stomach.

Is this my fault? Is Fletcher paying the price for my disobedience?

I wrack my brain trying to remember if I revealed any details about my ex, but I’m positive I kept my complaints vague. No one could piece all that together, much less have the power to ruin a man in the blink of an eye.

My throat tightens as Lucifer’s last warning flashes through my head.

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