Page 292 of Hate Mates

"Why you were so hostile to me, then?"

She sighs. "Because he was trying to basically sell me to you, but you weren't smart enough to realize it."

There's a small cough from Gustavo, and I give him a pointed look. "Go make sure everything is as we prepared."

When Gustavo leaves, she turns on me. "You are ready for him."

I nod. "We knew he would come. It's an offense after all."

She takes a deep breath and turns her back to me. "Lower my zipper."

I oblige her. I open my mouth to ask what she's doing, but she beats me to the punch.

"We have to consummate our marriage. Seal it so he can't undo it," she whispers.

Then she turns around and drops the front of her dress. Underneath, she's wearing a white strapless bra that's pushing her tits into beautiful brown mounds. I can only watch as she pushes the dress past her hips until it pools on the floor. Her skin is a rich sun-kissed brown landscape and even, from her face, rising over her chest, down the planes of her belly, carving out her hips, and smoothing over her thick thighs. It's exactlythe way I pictured the first time I saw her from across the room, before we exchanged words and began to hate each other.

My blood rushes down, along with an overwhelming surge of desire.

"Sole—"

Her fingers still my lips. "We don't have time to second guess it."

She steps over her gown on the floor and walks past me, latching on to my hand and taking me with her. In the bedroom she lets go and hooks her thumbs on the waistband of her panties and slides them down her legs, discarding them as easily as she did her dress.

She sits back on my bed and stares up at me. It's the kind of stare you see when someone's blowing you, and I can picture her like this, with my cock in her mouth.

"Do you need motivation?" she asks, pushing herself back in the bed, opening her legs, letting her hand drift between her legs.

The flash of pink flesh is what undoes me. I cross the distance in two steps, grab on to each of her ankles and pull her so she's sitting on the edge of the bed. I'm in between her legs with her face in front of my crotch. The smile on her face makes my cock twitch.

"You play too much."

She shakes her head. "No games. Just want to fuck my husband on my wedding night."

The thump in my chest is as painful as my hard on. I take her face in my hands and ravage her mouth, plunging my tongue to caress hers. She flicks me with hers as her fingers work on my belt.

She's not fast enough and I take over, undoing it, and zipping down my pants. The minute my cock is free, her gaze goes to it.

"Kiss it," I say, my tone rough like sandpaper.

Sole places an open mouth kiss on the tip, making my body shudder. Then because she's as wicked as I suspected, she wraps her lips around it and sucks on it hard, giving me that look again.

I'm painfully hard now. "Lay back and spread yourself for me."

She complies, letting her legs spread, showing me her clit, and the pink cove I want to bury myself in.

I scoop her ass cheeks into my palms. "Touch your tits."

She pushes down her bra and squeezes them with her palms and feathers them with her fingers.

I guide my cock inside her, her velvety heat gradually swallowing all of me. Her face is staring up at me.

"You can go ahead and finish."

It hits me that this is all a means to an end, that though she's turned on, and wet, she doesn't feel my urgency. That pisses me off. I want her to beg for me with the same urgency I feel.

I pull out and it's painful.

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