Page 513 of Hate Mates

He grinned—infuriatingly smug, like he always did when he knew he had the upper hand. “I think I’ve got you pegged just fine,amiira. Perhaps the men were right. Perhaps youdoneed the wildness forced out of you.”

I clenched my jaw, debating if I should bite a chunk of his cheek off his face. “You’re just a lapdog for my father, nothing more.” I seethed, my hands curling into fists beneath his grip. “You’re nothing but a pathetic, arrogant?—”

His eyes narrowed dangerously, his pupils momentarily turning into inhuman slits, before he slammed his mouth over mine, dominating me with a kiss I had never expected. It was wild, raw, untamed, nothing like our trysts back home. Even during our worst spats, he had never been like this—unhinged as if I finally hit a nerve.

And curse my treacherous body, it responded to his dominance. I struggled initially, testing him, seeing how far he would let me, but soon enough, the hands that were pushing him away were pulling him closer.

He nipped my lips and I gasped, about to curse him to hell when he swallowed my screams as he released my wrists and jerked the fabric of my dress up, his hot palms searing my skin as he trailed it down my outer thigh.

“Be a good girl for once,amiira,” he panted against my mouth, trailing his rough kisses and his shadowed jaw along mine.

The brat inside of me couldn’t help it. “Fuck you.”

“I was going to do it anyway,” he chuckled before he forced my legs apart, throwing one of them over his shoulder. My eyes widened when he ripped open the top of my dress, spilling my breast out into the open air right before he covered my nipple with his hot mouth.

A foreign sound escaped me as I cradled his jaw, scratching my nails down his stubbled face. The snap of my underwearband made me grab his face and pull him up for another kiss as he pressed his hot and engorged cock against the apex of my legs.

Was I really doing this? Was I really letting my father’s former capo-turned-bodyguard deflow?—

“Oh, my fucking?—”

The pain was searing. There was no mercy in his moves as he thrust himself all the way inside me with one swoop. Tears sprang up at the corners of my eyes and all he could say was, “It was always going to be this way,amiira. Did you really think I was going to let another man take you? I claimed you the moment I set foot in the Nogueira empire. You just didn’t know it yet.”

What was he saying? I couldn’t have been but a child when he came into my father’s employ. “What the he?—”

His tongue dove into my mouth with the same aggression he gave to his thrusts, scraping my back across the forest floor. The strength of his carnal desire bordered desperation—one that spoke of a man who needed to make a statement, one that needed retribution.

And damn me if my body didn’t start to grow accustomed to his brutality as my arousal created a slick haven for his invasion amidst the inferno we were creating. I could do nothing but hold onto his shoulders, praying he didn’t slam my head into a tree in the process of his domination as he twisted his hips in a way that began to tease my clit.

“Keep your eyes on me,amiira. I’m the only one you’re going to be worshiping from now on, you hear me? Your life never belonged to you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he enunciated each word of his final statement with a hard thrust. “Pretty little bratty princess in her high castle,” he whispered, licking the crook of my neck and biting my shoulder as if hewere an animal, one with nature out here beneath the light of the moon.

“I hate you,” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulder and lifting my hips to match his thrusts.

“I know you do. I need you to. Because this,” he thrust once more and turned me over, lifting my ass into the air before continuing his brand of fucking. “This will be the first day of your taming,amiira,” he groaned. “And I plan to savor every moment of your blood on my cock.”

“Fuck you,” I screeched as my pleasure skyrocketed with his every word, every scrape of his cock inside of me. When my pussy began to spasm, I mewled much to my own shock and dismay.

“Oh, I plan to,amiira. I plan to fuck you until all you can think about is being on your knees before me. Tasting us on your lips as I come into your mouth every night. You’ll thank me for it and beg for more.”

“Never,” I squealed as my climax hit me like a punishment rather than a reward. He didn’t stop. If anything, he forced me to ride out my pleasure and pain until all I could do was sob against the leaves beneath my cheek.

“I’m going to breed you,amiira. The way you should have been bred the moment you thought teasing me was a good idea.” With a few final thrusts, he covered my back and grabbed my neck to turn my face toward his. I could feel his hard cock spill inside of me, the hot jets of his release filling me to the brim and leaking from between us. “You shouldn’t play with predators,amiira, if you don’t want to be eaten.”

I quietly sobbed as the aftershocks of my climax came in waves, matching his throbbing cock. He slowly rocked into me, licking my tears before revealing his final plan.

“The Nogueira empire ends here. Your father thought he could control me, though he could move me like a simplesoldier,” he chuckled against the back of my hair, rubbing his face against me like a feline as he continued his leisurely thrusts, running his seed down the inside of my thighs. “Fucking his daughter on the forest floor is just the first step. Viriato will be the first of the old kings I kill. You played with the wrong beast,amiira. Because I plan to destroy them all and burn this world to the ground with their ashes beneath my feet. And you? You’ll be by my side, bringing forth the most powerful empire this world has never seen.”

“You’re insane,” I whispered in a moan as he pulled himself out. Was it wrong of me to feel both horror and deep-seeded ravenousness for this man? I shouldn’t want him the way I did, but here I was on this floor, still in full submission as if he had woven a spell over me, willing to give my body up for sacrifice once again if he so wished it.

“I’ve sold my soul to the devil,amiira,” he purred, loosening his hand around my throat, but never fully letting go as if to make sure I understood his metaphorical collar of ownership. “And tonight, you’ve just sold yours.”

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