Page 216 of Hate Mates

He shuffles closer to me, the bed to the side of me dipping until he settles with his hip against mine. “When I first came over to speak to you in the club, what did you think?”

I open my mouth to let the smart-arse remark fly out, but quickly shut it when I remember I’m supposed to be telling the truth. It’s my only hope of getting out of here alive and in one piece.

So despite my desperate urge to answer with something snarky or sarcastic, I rein it in and reply honestly.

“I thought you looked dangerous, and all kinds of wrong for me.”

That smug smile of his grows. “You weren’t wrong, Kitten. Were you attracted to me?”

I bite my lip again, though I’m not able to hold back all of my snark this time. “You know you’re hot, so stop fishing for compliments.”

Benji throws his head back and laughs. It softens his face, making him look younger and more handsome. “That’s true.”

I scoff as his head grows bigger. “I saw the way you were looking at me, too.”

I’m not sure why the hell I said that. I hate him knowing I think he’s attractive, and I guess this was my way of evening the playing field.

Benji’s eyes darken, heat flaring in them as he drags his gaze over my body, lighting a fire over my skin as though it’s following the same path he takes,warming me up as he goes. I feel more exposed, like he’s really seeing me, and my breath catches in my throat from the intensity.

Benji leans in even closer, until he’s in my face, his gaze fixed with mine. “I was definitely looking. I thought you were gorgeous in those skirts you wore around university, but then I saw you all dressed up, wearing that tight dress and high heels, looking sexy and sultry—that’s easily my favourite version of you.”

My head is swimming from his words. I don’t know whether to be flattered by his compliment, turned on by the way he’s looking at me, or confused as hell that he knows what I wear at university.

“How do you know what I wear to class?”

His smile tilts into something that’s a little mischievous…and deadly. “Kitten, I’ve been following you for weeks.” He says it so unashamedly, like it’s not a big deal.

“What the fuck?! You’ve been stalking me?!” I shout, my nostrils flaring as my face twists with rage.

He shrugs unapologetically, like we’re discussing something as simple as the weather. “I’ve seen how much you like to be in control,” he says suggestively.

When it hits me what he’s referring to, I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassment flooding my body, making my cheeks heat. “You fucking watched me?”

I open my eyes in time to see him nodding, smirking at me. “I did more than watch. I stroked my cock to thoughts of you regularly.”

I can’t help myself, I drop my gaze to his trousers, noting the way they’re tented. I bite my lip from saying anything more, as I struggle to look away from his obviously hard length.

“What I want to know is…do you like putting men on their knees, or do you do it to protect your virtue?” he asks, assessing me again for the truth.

I pause for a moment, considering the answer. “I like men on their knees.”

He shakes his head, looking annoyed. “I told you not to lie to me, Kitten.”

“I-I’m not,” I stutter, not sounding at all convincing.

“I think you’re submissive. You’re just waiting for the right man to show you what you like.”

His words hit a little closer to home than I’d like, so I respond defensively. “I’m capable of seeing to myself.”

He laughs as he leans down so that his body is hovering over mine. His warmth hits me, making me feel closed in, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“I promise, whatever you can do with that tiny vibe of yours, it’s nothing compared to the pleasure I could give you,” he whispers, his voice deep and gravelly.

My breathing stutters and my core tightens, heating me up as my pussy gets wetter. I try to fight against my body’s reaction, hoping he doesn’t notice.

“Considering you drugged me, and fucking kidnapped me, I can’t see that happening,” I snap, though I don’t sound anywhere near as angry as I should.

His eyes narrow as he presses his body harder against mine in the most delicious way. I almost forget I’m tied up, or being held captive… When I remember, I freeze.

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