Page 217 of Hate Mates

Benji’s lips are close to mine as he says, “That brings me to the whole point of this conversation. I think it’d be a waste to kill you, even if it would get me the revenge I crave.”

I shake my head rapidly, biting on the inside of my cheek to stop any tears from falling as panic overwhelms me. “Please, don’t kill me,” I beg, using my eyes to plead with him.

“There’s something about you, Kitten. I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he mutters, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

I’m relieved that he’s not going to kill me, but then the weight of his words hit me, and I’m terrified all over again. “You’re going to force me to stay here with you?”

He shakes his head, but there’s something about his expression that stops the relief I should be feeling. “I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

I can’t help but think his sentence sounds unfinished, like there’s a caveat he’s going to add on at the end.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I think I intrigue you as much as you do me. If I were to touch your pretty pussy right now, would you be wet for me?” His eyes bore into mine, searching once more for the truth.

I shake my head but don’t say a word, as I’m clearly not able to lie to him.

Benji keeps his dark eyes on me as he leans back, shuffling so he’s facing my body. He slowly slides his hand under the duvet and I freeze, knowing exactly what he’s about to do.

His fingers travel over my naked stomach, leaving a trail of heat behind as they slowly make their way down. My body trembles as his hand cups me, but I stay silent.

When his long, calloused finger slides through my slit, I gasp, and Benji groans. He presses against my clit, causing me to arch my back as I rock my hips towards him, biting my lip to prevent any more sounds from escaping. A low moan slips out and Benji’s eyes darken with lust.

He slides his fingers through my slit once more, lingering at my entrance for a maddening length of time before he slowly pulls his fingers away. I want to scream at how much my body mourns the loss of his touch.

Benji brings his fingers out from under the duvet, and he holds them up, showing us both how wet I am for him. His eyes look almost feral as his gaze flicks from his soaked fingers to my flaming red cheeks.

“I thought I told you not to lie to me, Kitten,” he growls, though there’s no anger in his voice, only lust.

I watch with rapt attention as he pulls his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. His eyes seem to roll as he tastes me, making sure they’re completely clean before he removes them.

I stutter, trying to find the right thing to say as humiliation floods my body, flushing my skin. “I-I… I’m?—”

Benji cuts me off, taking pity on me. “This is why I’m not ready to let you go yet. There’s so much I want to do to you, and I think you want it too. But I can’t ignore my burning need to get revenge against your father, so I’m going to make you an offer…”

My heart is racing and I hold my breath, waiting for him to continue. This feels like it’s about to be one of those life changing moments, where the wrong choice could be deadly.

“What is it?” I ask, not able to take the suspense that his silence is building.

“I can either kill you and send your body back to your father in pieces, or I can keep you. I’ll take your virginity and then marry you, so your father can’t sell you to anyone else.”

My eyes widen and my brows disappear into my hairline as his words repeat over and over in my head. Maybe if I keep repeating them, they’ll eventually make more fucking sense.

“That’s hardly a fucking choice. Die, or stay here as a prisoner, waiting to get raped and married to you,” I snap, nausea rippling through me as I say the words aloud.

Benji’s eyes darken dangerously. “It’s not rape if you beg me for it, Kitten. We both know your body wants it.”

“That’s… T-that’s not…” I stutter.

“How about I make you another deal? If I can give you a mindblowing orgasm, unlike anything you’ve had before, then you’ll stay with me,” he suggests, and my heart races.

I know what my answer should be, but instead, I say, “I’m not giving you my virginity now to prove a point.”

He smirks as he leans in closer. “I don’t need to use my cock. I can do it with my fingers and mouth.”

My interest is more than piqued, but I try not to let him see that. I force out a laugh. “No, you can’t.”

“Is that a challenge, Kitten?”

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