Page 207 of Hate Mates

“You misunderstand me,” I replied, perfectly poised and cool. “I plan on giving you exactly what you want—my submission.”

I emotionlessly shed my robe while looking out the window. If I had to fuck him to seal the deal, all he would get was my body. My soul was mine to keep.

I could feel his scorching gaze boring into my naked body, though he said nothing. He would accept my body but never acknowledge the indifferent way I had offered it to him.

We had more in common than I realized. Stubborn, but not enough to forego the things we wanted.

Good. Because I didn’t plan on participating tonight, and that was how I would reclaim my dignity. I would enjoy tonight by watching the Prince of Darster squirm while he fucked a dead fish.

I shut my eyes because the time for talking was over. I only opened them upon realizing my new husband hadn’t pounced on me. Instead, he was doing a slow perusal.

I thought he would throw me on the bed and get his money’s worth. But he was drinking me in as if he had waited an eternity for this moment. He was in no rush, memorizing every inch of my body and taking mental photos for later.

I should have felt cheap, standing naked in front of a fully dressed man who paid for me, but Kai had the power to make people feel special even under the oddest circumstances. One could hate him but somehow still crave his approval, and I couldn’t help wondering whether he approved.

When he finally reached for me, it was slow, like he didn’t want to scare me off. He lifted me in his arms and gently placed me on the edge of the bed. Then, he made an even more astonishing move.

Kai Cavendish, zillionaire eccentric tycoon, kneeled in front of me to kiss me from head to toe.

He didn’t take my lips, but, otherwise, he didn’t miss an inch of skin, starting from the backs of my ears, trailing his lips to my neck and décolletage. The slight panting and the rise and fall of his chest gave away how badly he had been itching for this moment, but there was no arrogance in his demeanor, nor did he use brute force. He knelt there, looking up at me like a devoted husband ready to worship his wife.

I was so shocked by the humble act that I let him push me back onto the mattress, and I lay there as his lips reached my navel. He pivoted when he got close to what I thought was his destination and restarted his efforts on my thighs. His hand reached up to cup and squeeze my breasts.

Twice, he reached my inner thighs, his tongue darting out to taste my skin, only to swivel at the most pivotal moment. By the time he licked my sex, I was groaning from his teasing and seeking mercy to put an end to it.

He licked me with abundance, his tongue exploring me, moving from one spot to another. He even licked my ass crack and my taut bud, probing his tongue over the hole.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

I froze as soon as the moan came out. Hadn’t I planned on shutting him out and giving him the cold shoulder?

Clearly, my resoluteness didn’t last long. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know someone could go down on you with this type of hunger and enthusiasm. The frantic nature of his endeavor stirred my own. Unable to help myself, I lifted onto my elbows and watched the top of his head as he returned to my sex, head bobbing slightly as he sucked and licked me into a frenzy. I fell back on to the mattress when his tongue lapped against my clit, turning my head side to side as I climbed higher and higher.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, my resolve wholly forgotten now.

My breathing turned ragged. My vision blurred and my hips moved of their own volition as I came on his tongue. Even after, my hips kept grinding against his face, chasing for more friction.

By the time Kai rose from the carpeted floor, I was placid and spent. However, he wasn’t done, far from it. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer until my hips rested at the edge of the bed. I must have moved between his caresses. He hovered over me, a hand on each side to cage me in. He watched me for a moment, the same hunger glinting in his eyes as he unzipped his pants and guided himself to my entrance. There were no words of reassurance, not even a warning, before he slammed inside.

I winced and he groaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted, moving against me without letting me adjust to his size. He didn’t ease me into it. The bed moved with each of his thrusts, my back arching at the impact. This would have been unbearably painful if I weren’t already drenched from his previous efforts.

“Shit,” I gasped, unable to catch my breath.

He grabbed my ass to pull me closer. I didn’t think it was possible to penetrate me more, but he went so deep that I knew I would feel him for days. He repeatedly slammed himself inside me until we were both sweating, and I was ready to tap out.

He lifted me and switched spots without warning, positioning himself beneath me. My seated stance allowed him a full view from below. Our gazes clashed for a palpable connection as he guided me back onto his dick. When I tried to break the intense eye contact, he turned my face back to him with a hand on my cheek. Something urgent in his eyes obliged me to look at him. He stared at where we were connected, his length moving in and out of me, watching himself fuck me with a zeal I had only seen in porn. All the while, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him.

My eyes only threatened to close when his right hand reached back, his index finger digging into my ass until he found my puckered hole.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I stammered between bated breaths, anticipation rising as he worked his finger inside me.

Something animalistic took hold of me when his blunt finger probed my ass. I caught my reflection on the floor-length mirror across the room, and for a moment I didn’t recognize the stranger staring back at me.

I looked like a woman reaching for nirvana, the furthest thing from unaffected. If anything, I was on fire and completely engaged. Kai had somehow touched the depths of my soul, a part I didn’t know existed.

It was my last thought before I exploded with a violent climax that had me screaming his name.

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