Page 423 of Hate Mates

With our battle brewing, we both ignore him. He takes the hint and scurries away. At least someone’s happy tonight.

Lucian holds out his gargantuan hand. “Come cupcake. Let’s go home.”

Chapter Three

LUCIAN

Luckily, a young woman rolls a cart with a small black tub on the top in our direction and starts clearing off our table. Otherwise, I’d probably have that steak knife protruding from my palm the way Colby twitches.

She wants to hurt me so badly. Which isn’t surprising, since she has masochistic tendencies, loving pain with her pleasure, that I discovered in our night together.

“I’m calling an Uber.”

Unsurprisingly, she whips her cell right out after abandoning her search for her money. Everyone’s addicted to their stupid phones.

I grab her arm and lift her from her chair, relishing how she struggles in my grip.

“Lucian!”

Once she’s on her feet, I guide her between the tables, through the lobby, and out the door with her arguing and clawing at my fingers the entire distance.

No one intervenes.

My reputation precedes me I would have to assume.

I march her to my vehicle and whip her around to face me with her back smashed against the passenger side door. She’s flushed and panting and gorgeous.

When I go to tuck a loose strand of hair swept across her red cheek, she smacks at my hand.

I love foreplay.

I seize her wrist and force her hand against the window along with the other one. She’s caught and she loves me being her captor.

“Fuck you Lucian.”

“Twenty-one days, precious. Twenty-one short days until that pussy and that ass and that mouth are all mine again.” I dip my head into her personal space and whisper kiss along her jawline breathing in her jasmine perfume. “I just haven’t decided which one I’m going to take first.”

As much as she’s fighting me as well as her feelings, she pretends to be defiant and shakes her head. The clip in her hair scrapes along the glass in her fury.

“No.”

The heat in her tone isn’t from her anger. I remind her of what I’m capable of. “I could spread those legs right here and fuck you against the metal in the middle of this parking lot.”

She shivers against me. “You’d like that wouldn’t you. That luscious cunt on display, destroyed by my cock for everyone to see.”

She moans my name, and I take advantage of her parted lips to kiss her hard. She bucks like a cornered animal before softening into my clutches.

I take my fill until she bites my lip, drawing blood. The coppery taste flows between us, and I chuckle as I back up and release her to adjust my dick in my pants.

I expect her to come out swinging once her hands are free. Instead, she shocks me by wiping the blood from her lip and staring at her fingertips.

The distress in her expression intrigues me, and I suck her fingers into my mouth, cleaning away the consequence of her damage. She continues to stare through me as if she doesn’t see me. I release her hand and cup her face. “What’s wrong, Colby?”

No time for fun and games now. I want her and I want an answer.

Her gaze falls to my chest.

“Nothing. Take me home.”

---