Page 322 of Hate Mates

“You can try. I’m not going to be an easy target. I have no kids, no husband, and no boyfriend. Mom abandoned me and Dad when I was an infant. Not to mention that your family is the reason my dad is even dead. I have no one you can hold over my head for leverage. So, torture me, string me from the rafters, skin me alive. It doesn’t fucking matter. I’ll still be here, doing my fucking job. The only thing I will demand from you is that you treat me with respect as your fucking partner.”

His eyes were burning into my soul, but I could see him warring with himself. The question was, how much would he fight me. He would respect me. It looked like he was grinding his jaw, but when his gaze dropped to my lips and back, I expected him to push me to the floor. Try to make me use my mouth to please him. Try to assert dominance. He wouldn’t win though. He would do as I commanded in this relationship.

“Fuck it.” He was on me then, my back against the wall, his hand around my throat, and his lips on mine. Shock took over me, but something wild raged to the surface. The pain of it brought pleasure to me and tapped into the primal side of methat needed him on his knees before me. Moans slipped from both of our throats, but I stuffed mine down again. The way his other hand gripped my hip and held me in place as he ground against my core had me concentrating on not pushing harder against his chest to create distance and giving him a black eye.

Gavriel pulled back, but with his lips still brushing against mine, he growled, “Don’t fight it. Quit holding back.”

“Fuck you.” I spat as he kissed me again. With a swipe of his tongue, he pushed my restraint away, and I kissed him back while shoving his sports coat off and tossing it toward the chair. I had no idea if it made it there or not, but then he was pulling my jacket off and stripping my cami off over my head, air nipping at my skin, goose bumps rising to the surface as he kissed down my neck.

“Your wish is my command.” His gaze met mine, and with his voice filled with compliance, my nerves came alive.

My fingers worked quickly as I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants, tossing it to the floor behind him. “So, youdounderstand that I’m the one in control. Good. Maybe there is hope for you yet, Gavriel. Now, be a good boy and get on your fucking knees.” His body tensed, but I took it as a win when he whimpered slightly and knelt before me. “See? I knew you could do it.” Gavriel’s eyes flashed as they lifted to meet my gaze, and I smirked. The confusion in them was laced with lust as I looked down at him and put my finger under his chin. “You hate me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. You are a know-it-all, insolent, disrespectful bitch.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Yet you still willingly kneel before me. Some part of you knows I’m better than you.” Anger flashed, yet he didn’t move. He sat on his knees, hands on his thighs, like the good boy he was craving to be but would never admit. “I love that look in your eyes. The conflict in them. Youwant to show me who's boss, but you already know I’m the one in charge. I’m the one who will be in control of your pleasure, your agony, your . . . release.”

His jaw went slack, and if my finger hadn’t been holding his chin, it might have hit the floor. I gave him a questioning look, but he swallowed and nodded.

That’s right, fucker. This is right where you’re supposed to be. On your knees before me. I will destroy you in every way possible.

His hands moved toward my waist, but I slapped them away. I unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, kicked off my boots, and then slowly slipped off my jeans, noting the way his eyes trailed the movement and he sucked in his lower lip. When I stood in front of him, I was so close that his nose was mere inches from my pussy. Gavriel leaned forward, but I pressed a finger to his forehead. “Did I say you could move?”

He took a deep inhale, closing his eyes, and a moan slipped out as I held him in place. “You won’t last one minute.”

I lifted an eyebrow at him and huffed indigently. “Oh, I bet I will. Your tongue may be sharp, but it isn’tthattalented.”

Gavriel’s attention rose to my face, and his voice was heavy with need. “What are the stakes, ma’am?”

“Ma’am? Oh, I like that.” Chuckling, I rolled my hips toward him, and it was a different kind of pleasure to watch him struggle to stay in his place. “I love this. You really do understand I’m in command. I’m smarter and just plain better.” Grabbing his chin and bending down so that we were eye to eye, I smirked. “Show me you’re passionate about something more than fucking someone to stroke your fucking low-grade ego and I’ll let you have more say in decisions. While we may be fifty percent partners here, we both know that as the heir of the family, you have other business you need to manage, so I’ll run this place, just as my father did. You can say your piece, but I have the finalword . . . and if you aren’t just a showboat with that tongue and dick, then I might even let you service me again.”

His voice was strained as his whole body tensed and an almost uncontrollable lust flooded him. “Fine, you cocksucking whore.”

I patted him on the cheek then grabbed a fistful of his hair as I stood, put a foot on his shoulder, and shoved his face into my pussy. “Then fucking eat me, you piece of shit. You said you had a talented tongue. Prove it.”

The second his face hit my cunt, he dove in like a man consuming his last meal. He didn’t ease into it, or make love to my pussy, or treat it with any reverence. It was hard, long swipes over my entrance and quick, sharp flicks against my clit, sending pulses of electricity and power through me.

My fingers tightened in his hair, and he moaned into me, nipping and sucking harder on my clit as I ground down on his face. I checked the time on the clock because I wasn’t going to let this asshole win. I would ride my pleasure and get control of the club. Step by step, I would control him. I would dismantle everything he had. I would avenge my father, and if I got to control the man who’d helped orchestrate his death, so be it.

“That’s right, you limp-dicked fucker. You love eating my pussy, don’t you? Love that you can’t even come up for air without my approval. Love that someone you believe is so beneath you has you under her complete control.”

His tongue thrust into my pussy as he sucked eagerly. The sound of his belt loosening had me pulling his head back as he gasped for air. “You can’t pull me away and get relief when I have you on the edge of your release.”

“Oh, I was enjoying the ride, but I was nowhere near cumming, pretty boy. Nice try. Besides, we both know you want to lose. Now, take your hands off your belt and put them behind your back. I never gave you permission to release your cock.” Heglared up at me, his mouth opening to object, but I didn’t give him a chance, shoving his face into my pussy. “Now get back to eating.”

This time, I rode his face harder, chasing my release, enjoying the feel of his long tongue penetrating me over and over again before he would lick and suck my clit. Just to prove my point, I held on for over another minute before I pressed him closer and demanded, “Make me cum, you fucking bastard.”

I was holding myself back. This man knew how to use his tongue, but this was about showing him the power I wielded. There was no way in hell I was letting him know just how much I was enjoying this. “Are you not man enough to get a woman off? Make me drown you.”

His moans were stifled, but the sound vibrated through me, heightening the pleasure. Moments later, I felt my stomach tighten as Gavriel tripled down. The feeling of the man I hated the most in this world bringing me this much pleasure while undermycontrol rocketed me over the edge.

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Gavriel

Gods, she tastes like a fucking dream.

Her fingers still tight in my hair, she pulled me back, my cock twitching with the pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I’d shot and killed people for this sort of disrespect, yet here I was, loving every moment of hers. What the hell was wrong with me?

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