Page 494 of Hate Mates

Slap.He struck me again. This time, his palm bit my skin harder, and I cried out.

“No one touches this ass but me,” he commanded through gritted teeth. “Do you understand?”

He massaged his lash away just like the last time.

“Ohh.” The burning mixed with the rubbing only heightened my threshold, and I yearned for more.

My head snapped back as he pulled on my hair like the reins of a horse. “Answer me, Antonella.”

“I—I understand.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, releasing my hair. He pulled the crotch of the teddy aside and his hand found my clit, playing with the swollen bud. Electricity zapped through my pelvis, bringing me to life. I pushed into his hand, swiveling my hips to find more friction.

“Lazaro,” I breathed out as he rubbed delicious circles against me.

“You say my name like it’s a prayer,bella. But I’ll have you screaming it like a death wish before the night is over.”

Oh, God.

This man was intense, and I wasn’t sure I could survive him.

He pulled my straps down, peeling the lace fabric off until it bunched around my knees. He raised each of my legs to slip it free so I was completely exposed to him.

I reared my hips back, hoping to grind myself against his bulge to convince him to get naked, too, but I was met with his mouth. His tongue delved into my folds from behind—a rawness I had never experienced before.

He ate me out until my legs trembled. The precipice of euphoria was just within reach. I could feel the tide rising higher and higher, until finally, the wave crashed over me, pulling me under.

I clutched the sheets beneath me for support as the trills passed through me. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up as my only lifeline.

The sound of a drawer opening and then a wrapper ripping pulled me out of my haze. “That was for you, but now this is whatyou owe me for that little stunt you just pulled.” He hunched over my body, licking his blood off my shoulder.

And suddenly, he plunged wholly into me, in one go. I cried out. He was too deep inside, filling me to the brim.

“Fuck. You squeeze me so good.” He gripped my hips, drawing out slightly, then slamming back into me, thrusting me forward. Again and again, he fucked me like it was punishment.

As the expert of all things physical, he tilted his pelvis upward with each stroke, hitting my clitoris.

The sensation was too much to bear against my sensitive flesh when I hadn’t yet had a chance to recover from the first orgasm.

He wove the fingers of one hand through my hair, grasping me at the scalp and pulling me upright. My hands reached for his hips behind me as he pounded into me. His other hand massaged one of my breasts, pinching my nipple.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. Time stilled when he turned my head and sealed his lips over mine. His kiss was suffocating and relentless—proof that I could never escape him.

He changed positions, sitting on his haunches and taking me with him. I bounced on his lap while using my knees for leverage, impaling myself on his massive length.

“I never tried to kill you in that alley,” I panted. “You have to believe me. Please, Lazaro. Believe me.” I needed to be free from this accusation—to never have it used against me again after tonight if I were to remain in his possession.

“Shh,bella.” He nipped the back of my shoulder with his teeth. “I believe you.”

The shock of his words thrilled me, winding me up with limitless energy.

I fucked him harder and faster. My tits bounced in tandem with the bed.

His hand snaked down to my clit, rubbing me deliciously. Nerves fired like firecrackers, and my body exploded as I came. He held me as the tremors took hold, following me into bliss with his own release.

Before I could catch my breath, he tossed me off of him, and I landed on the bed on my back. My arousal slicked my inner thighs, mixing with the sweat that coated my body.

Lazaro’s hooded gaze maintained the laser-like focus of a man on a mission as he held my knees apart.

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