Page 212 of Hate Mates

Ismooth down the short red dress as I climb out of the taxi, pulling it a little so it doesn’t display the red thong underneath. It’s another Friday night, and I’m looking for a release. More specifically, I’m seeking another nobody to get me off.

From the moment I walk into Caged, I search the crowd for the perfect guy. He has to be attractive, but more than anything, he has to be able to take direction. I need someone who will do exactly as I say.

After years of being told what to do by my family, I crave control. There will be a time in the not-so-distant future, after I’ve finished university, when I’ll have to go back and follow my father’s orders again. Until then, I’m living the life I want.

I get a drink from the bar and take a seat in a booth by the window, giving me a great viewpoint to take everyone in. A young guy catches my eye, standing over by the bar.

He’s cute with spiky blond hair and a dimpled smile. He looks like he might have some muscles hiding underneath the arms of his T-shirt, but not too many.

The thing that draws me to him is that he seems shy. He only talks when someone speaks to him, like he’s trying not to be the centre of attention. I hate alpha males, and by the looks of it, he’s the furthest you can get.

I take another sip of my drink, preparing to go over to him, when someone slides into the booth next to me, blocking me in. His arrival catches me off-guard, and I scoot backwards, confused as to why he’s here.

The man turns to look at me, and my heart races. Everything about him screams danger, but there’s also something that makes my stomach flutter.

He looks to be several years older than me, and even sitting down, I can tell he’s much taller than my five-foot-four height. He’s wearing a dark suit with a white shirt, leaving the top couple of buttons unfastened.

His hair is jet-black, and he’s styled it to look messy, like someone has run their fingers through it in an incredibly sexy way. He’s got stubble across his jawline, and I can’t help but wonder how fucking amazing that would feel scratching against my thighs.

I shiver at the thought, and those dark-brown eyes of his seem to get darker, making them look almost obsidian. And that’s just his face, don’t get me started on the hard muscles I can see beneath his strained shirt.

Tall, dark, muscular, and dangerous—this man is everything I should run from, yet I find myself frozen in his presence.

His deep, raspy voice pulls me out of my trance-like state. “You don’t want to mess around with a boy like him. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” he says, nodding his head towards the boy I’d been eyeing up.

There’s something about his cocky, overly-confident attitude that makes me want to rebel. “I’m not interested,” I snap, whilst my body is laughing at my blatant lie.

He seems to be fighting back a smile as he leans a little closer to me, and I ignore the way my breathing stutters. “I think you’re very interested. I’d guess that by now, your knickers are dripping wet.”

My eyes widen as my eyebrows disappear into my hairline at his forwardness. My cheeks flush as I think,he’s right.

“You’re disgusting,” I spit, hoping he believes me. “Leave, before I call security.” I lift my nose in the air, trying to look haughty and threatening, so we can avoid talking about my damp knickers.

His lip tilts into a smirk, like he can hear my thoughts. “If I’m so disgusting, why can’t you take your eyes off me? I bet you’re even imagining what I’d look like on my knees for you, aren’t you?”

His obsidian eyes are sparkling with the challenge, and there’s no way I can back down now. Even as I pull myself up to sit a little straighter, I can’t help wondering how the hell he knows what I like to do with men?

Twisting my face into my best sneer, I snap back at him. “I’m guessing you’d be terrible at it. I’d have to go home in desperate need of my vibe.”

I try not to think about how many nights that has been my sad reality. Sometimes, no matter how much I try to direct them, or if I just do it myself, I simply can’t reach the climax I crave, so I have to go home and rely on my vibe that never lets me down.

Mr Tall, Dark, and Dangerous laughs, and when he finally looks at me again, his eyes are full of heat. “That’s where you’re wrong, Kitten. Not only would I give you everything you crave and more, you’d never want to go home.”

A shiver ripples down my spine, heating my core at the sexy promise in his words, and I have to fight against rubbing my thighs together to alleviate the throbbing ache between them.

Although his words, and the deep rasp to his voice, turn me on like nothing has before, I do everything I can to avoid letting him see that. I shake my head defiantly as I scowl at him.

“Not possible. You’re all talk, probably to compensate for your tiny cock.”

I’ve barely gotten the last word out when he reaches over and grabs hold of my wrist, squeezing it hard enough to bruise, and I yelp from the shock. He then drags my hand towards him as he shuffles closer, until there’s almost no gap between us.

He pulls my hand down into his lap, forcing me to grip his hard cock. Even through his trousers, it’s impossible to miss how big he is. Since he’s making a point, he drags my hand from the base to the tip, emphasising his size in a way that can’t be argued with.

As soon as he lets go of my wrist, I pull my hand away, but I can still feel the heat from him lingering on my flesh. I glare at him, but he doesn’t seem to pay me any attention.

“Now, shall we get that drink and talk?”

I don’t know what the hell comes over me, but I nod my head in agreement. I ponder what the fuck I’m doing, and what the hell is wrong with me, as I watch him walk to the bar to get our drinks. I’m very aware that now would be the time to run, yet I’m still sitting here when he returns with our drinks.

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