Page 348 of Hate Mates

I drop my bag, my steps mirroring hers until I have her plastered against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown. My hands twitch at my sides as my body presses into her. “Did you kiss him? Did you let him lick your little cunt? Allow your innocence to pour all over his pathetic dick. Hmm?”

Her eyes widen, her lips trembling. “And if I did?”

My hand shoots out, collaring her delicate little neck I could snap, but I don't. Instead, I press my thumb on her pulsing point. Counting the beats in my mind to calm my own racing heart. “Now is not the time to be brave, Little Moth.”

She swallows and I revel at the feel of it beneath my palm.

“Why does it matter to you?” she whispers, looking in my eyes for something that’s not there. “I know you want me, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl before smashing my lips to hers.

She gasps, causing her mouth to part and grants me access to slip my tongue in. I conquer, take every taste of her lips, her sighs and pants, and fuck, when she moans, I can’t help but push myself into her.

My hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her up my body and walking us towards my room. I want her smell on my fucking pillows. I toss her body on my bed and follow. My hand slips under the soft wool of her seater, hands teasing over the warm skin of her sides and ribs, until I slip my hand in her bra and squeeze her small breast.

Fuck, how many times have I thought about this moment. My hands on her tits, my lips on her while I drive my dick through her innocence.

Her small hands push on my chest, breaking the spell I’m under as I peer down at her. Her eyes, so big and shiny, make me harden impossibly more.

“You stole my first kiss.”

It comes out as an accusation. As if I didn't feel every response she had to me as I pressed into her.

“I’m about to take a lot more.” I growl, my hands slide up her smooth thighs, thankful for her short little skirt giving me easy access. My finger brushes over the wet cotton. Of course, it’s simple cotton. She’s nothing if not predictable. Her breath hitches, lips parting as her eyes close.

“Open your eyes, Moth. You’re going to know exactly who makes you come for the first time.” She does as I demand, rewarding me with the splash of honey I’d love nothing more than to melt in. She is the definition of a honey trap and like everyone else, I always fall victim to her.

Her mouth makes a small ‘O’ as my finger pushes inside her, brushing up against her innocence still intact. I knew it would be, but that doesn’t stop the small relief that washes through me.

“Tell me you want me,” I rasp out, almost completely gone to the lust. Another thing I hated. Losing control. And everything about her is designed to make mine snap.

“I’ll never want you, Trenton,” she moans out.

I smirk, my finger fucking her gently, while my thumb brushes over her clit. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your pussy is screaming something different.” I pick up my speed, pressing harder and watching as her eyes shatter, her juices flood my fingers and the tears that finally break. She hates that she wants me.

Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I hate it too.

Her hands twist in my shirt as her body lashes against the sheets. As her eyes open, I decided I’ve had enough. Enough waiting.

I tear my shirt over my head, tossing it behind me and taking sick satisfaction in the way her heated eyes take in every inch of me. “Your turn, Moth.”

She’s hesitant, a war going on in her eyes as I kick my sweats off, but she finally relents. Tossing her shirt and bra off, her armsgo around her chest. I yank them free. “You’re done hiding from me.”

She drops her hands to her thighs, looking to her lap in embarrassment. If I cared, I’d tell her what a fucking vision she is, but I don’t care. Instead, I help her out of her skirt and panties before crawling between her legs. She looks up to me as I cage my arms around her head. “Will it hurt?” she asks.

My eyes bore into her when I say, “Everything about you hurts.”

I can’t stand the hurt that flashes in her eyes, so I give her real pain. I sink into her in one quick sweep, gritting my teeth at how tight she is. It’s almost painful.

She screams, her eyes squeezed tight as her nails dig into my chest. Usually, I wouldn't stand for a woman to inflict any type of pain on me, but for her, I embrace it. Hoping she physically marks me the way she mentally has. “Does it hurt?” I ask.

“Y-yes,” she breathes out.

“Good,” I growl, pulling out. “Now you know how I feel every time I’m around you.” It’s a lie and the truth and by the way her body shakes, I’ve done exactly what I intended to do. Hurt her.

So why do I feel so fucking guilty?

I slide my hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her close and kissing her. I push us into the bed, my hands moving to wrap in her arms, fingers interlocking as I let my weight fall on her. I move inside her gently, kiss her deeper. The act is foreign, I’ve never taken it slow with anyone. But Ana is not just any girl, she’s mine.

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