Page 25 of Hate Mates

“Because you’ve belonged to me a lot longer than five days. I’ve always owned your mind, Izzy. You willingly gave me your soul, and tonight, I’m taking your body.” The breath on my neck turns into a hand, then I’m barreled into from behind and slammed into a wall. I’m fighting to draw a breath when he takes my chin in a rough hold and turns my head over my shoulder. Demanding lips crash onto mine for a kiss that’s as fiery as it is harsh, then drag across my cheek and settle near my ear. “You have a whole room. Find your way out. I dare you.”

And then he’s gone.

Common sense says run, so that’s what I do. But two steps in the dark and I’m tripping over something low and metal, my knees hitting the ground with a thud. I clench my teeth in an attempt not to cry out, but a muffled grunt is the best I can do.

Get up. Keep going.

Once again, I listen, only this time, it’s not common sense in my ear. It’s something darker. Something that whispers the blood rushing through my veins isn’t from fear but anticipation.

That’s when I feel him behind me, walking slowly like he has all the time in the world. It gives me a sick shot of adrenaline that propels me toward what I think is the door. I frantically run my palms across it searching for the knob, finally landing on it. I wrap my hands around it and turn, only for two strong hands to grab me from behind.

“Time’s up.”

A scream rips from my throat as I’m crushed between the wall and Lucifer’s hard, muscular body. There’s no time to breathe or fight before he reaches under my dress and rips my panties off my body. The moment the tattered remnants flutter down my legs, he pins my arms above my head and drives his thick fingers inside me over and over until tears roll down my cheeks.

“Accept it, love,” he murmurs, in a voice more soothing than it should be. “Take it all and say thank you because this is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

More savage thrusts draw another piercing scream.

“Say it.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whimper.

A low growl of approval rumbles in his throat. “Such a good girl.” My eyes roll back in my head as he pulls his fingers out and attacks my clit. He offers no mercy, only an unholy manipulation that siphons an orgasm out of thin air.

There’s no warning, no time to scream. I come in a violent spray of color and light, my body bucking and convulsing against him.

I have no voice and no soul.

I’m his vessel, just like he said.

I’m slowly regaining use of my limbs when I’m spun around and shoved to my knees. “Open your mouth.”

For some unknown reason, I do. I know he can’t see my submission, but somehow, he knows because his hand comes around the back of my head, then I feel the smooth head of his cock breach my lips. I hollow out my cheeks and suck as he drives his hips toward me, my jaw straining around his massive girth.

“He’s just a man,”I tell myself.

But our late-night conversations have my mind playing tricks on me. The more I struggle, the more unhinged he becomes until both hands grip the back of my head, his thrusts coming harder and faster. Just when I’m sure I’m going to black out, he pulls out and moves behind me.

There’s a breath of stillness.

Then his hand is on the back of my neck, and he pushes my head to the floor. I’m on my knees, ass in the air with my cheekpressed against dusty, unfinished plywood when I feel my arms being tugged behind me and pinned at the base of my spine.

“I’m taking what’s owed to me, love,” he says, then slams into me, impaling me from root to tip.

My body protests each manic thrust. It’s as if he’s trying to devour me from the inside out. Sin chases reality away as the pressure on my neck disappears, only to return to my hip. Digging his fingers deep into my skin, Lucifer jerks me to him and forces himself deeper.

“You’re mine,” he groans, his movements becoming frantic. “This pussy is mine. Your mouth is mine. This ass is mine. It’s all mine. Say it, Izzy.”

The words flow naturally. “They’re all yours. I’m all yours.”

“Then come for the Devil, love. Come for your dark lord.”

Another slam of his hips, and I’m lost, sinking into another realm of chaos and bliss, my body clamping around him as it obeys his command. My release triggers his. He stiffens behind me, his grip becoming almost inhuman as he comes with a throaty roar.

Tension fills the room as we kneel trying to catch our breath. Out of nowhere, the rough, almost hate-fueled air around Lucifer changes. His touch while still strong, slows and softens. He pulls out slowly, then slides his hands under my arms and gently lifts me to my feet.

I expect that to be it, for him to disappear as quickly and silently as he appeared.

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