Page 225 of Hate Mates

I shove out of the chair I was sitting in and walk over to her, where she lies on the bed, letting my fingers roam over the marks. I press my fingers into one of the bruises, and she winces and gasps in pain.

“Who put these marks on you?” I ask her. She isn’t willing to tell me and that’s fine because I will find out one way or another. I press harder, making it hurt more before she looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

“Some were my father, and others were his men.”

“His men?” She nods her head. “What men?”

“Do you want names?” she asks sarcastically.

“That’s exactly what I want. Now give them to me,” I order her. She blinks rapidly before naming two of her father’s men. I eye her, wanting more, but those are the only two she gives me. That’s enough for now.

“What are you going to do?” she asks softly.

“I’m going to kill them. And I might make you watch,” I tell her.

“Please don’t.”

“Which part, Kitten? Kill them or make you watch?” I ask, needing clarification.

“Make me watch. I don’t think I can handle it,” she admits. I nod my head running my fingers along her back and down over her ass, listening to the soft sounds she’s making. If I’m not mistaken, I’d think she likes this.

“Fine. I won’t make you watch then.”

“Why not?”

“You just asked me not to, did you not?” I snap at her a little. She’s fucking with my head, and I don’t like it. She needs to make up her mind. Does she want the nice me or the asshole I know I can be?

“I did, but you don’t like me, Luciano.” Fuck me. The way she says my name sends a chill down my spine. One I don’t think I like all that much. Or do I?

“Like, lust, love, hate. What’s the difference?”

“So you like me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You lust me?” she asks. I slip my hand back up her leg and straight between her thighs, finding her wet for me.

“If I said yes?” I ask her, wondering what she has to say.

“I’m set to be your wife. There’s nothing you can’t do to me.”

“Is that an open invitation, Kitten?” I dip a finger inside her, and fuck is she wet. I work my finger in and out while she keeps her head at an awkward angle to watch me. The more she looks at me, the more I want to sink my cock into her, and I think she knows it. The little sparkle in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

“If I said yes?”

“Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow without thinking about me. You’re going to scream my name so loud this entire house will hear you.” I see it. She wants it, and I’m going to give it to her.

I strip out of my clothes without waiting for her to answer me. I don’t need her to. She’s right. She’s mine regardless, and I can do what I feel with her.

I climb on the bed when she tries to roll over, I place my hand on her back, keeping her just like this. I spread her legs and then lift her ass in the air before grabbing my cock and positioning it at her entrance. Then I’m thrusting into her, making good on my promise to make her scream for me. She screams, and loudly at that.

Her hands clench the sheets by her head as I grip her hips so tightly in my hands she’ll now wear my marks along with theirs. The idea of fucking her in their blood crosses my mind while I thrust into her.

I keep going, even as she screams, taking her the way I want to.

“It’s too much,” she whines when I shove her face into the mattress. Now isn’t the time to hear her say that. Now is the time for her to take it and let me us her little pussy for what I need.

I hold her head down and keep plunging into her, taking, taking, and taking. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she isn’t going to last much longer. The fact that I could do this to her all night hasn’t left my mind but I also can’t wear her outsince my father has decided that we will marry tomorrow. The thought alone pisses me off to the point that I take it out on her body.

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