Page 6 of Hate Mates

I can’t trust him.

“I’ll never stop hating you, Kingston.”

That admission seems to kick-start a wildfire between us. His body cages mine, leaving me no way to escape and our teeth clash the deeper we kiss.

“Good, sweetheart, ‘cause I’ll always fucking hate you, too,” he grits out as he lowers his face to my cleavage and drags his tongue over my hot skin. “Bet you hate me doing this, don’t you?”

“Yesss…” I lie, painfully aware of the tingles where his warm, wet mouth moves and his teeth graze. “It’s gross.”

“Gross?” He straightens and cuffs my throat, fascinating eyes drilling into mine as he pants. “What about when I do this, wife?”

THREE

Kingston

Ilove the way she trembles against me, losing complete control as her mind battles her body in a full-fledged war against the desire crackling in the air between us.

Her gorgeous lips refuse to form the words I know sear the tip of her tongue.

Because for as much as she says she hates me, she wants me even more.

And fuck, I want her too.

My fingers dig into her creamy flesh, her blue eyes popping open wide. But instead of fear and panic, I only see lust and need glittering in the depths.

She can’t hide her true feelings from me.

I can see right through the caustic words and toxic threats.

Somehow, I think she hates that most of all.

Her pulse throbs against my fingers. I loosen my grip, and her cheeks flush a deep pink, her perfect tits heaving as she draws oxygen back into her lungs.

“You’re a sick fuck,” she rasps, grabbing me by the lapels of my jacket. Her knuckles turn white from fisting the fabric so tight.

“But you love that, don’t you?” I pull her tight against me and slide one hand down the front of her dress. I rest it just above her waist, staring at her. “I think you’re a liar. And I bet I can prove it.”

“Try and I’ll fucking castrate you in your sleep.”

“More lies,” I murmur. “You don’t want me to find out the truth. You think you can keep it hidden, but you can’t. I can see the hunger in your eyes, Livvie. I can taste it when you kiss me. You try to fight, but there’s no winning against me.”

“How is there room for youandyour ego in here?” she bites out through gritted teeth, her hands dragging down the front of my chest.

“Admit that you want me, Livvie. Just say the words.”

Her eyes spark with white-hot flames. “Never.”

I wrap my fingers in her soft hair, jutting my hips against her. She falls back the slightest bit, tilting her head toward mine. I crush my mouth over hers, my tongue plunging into her hot, wet mouth.

She moans, tugging my shirt as we devour each other like dinner.

My cock aches, straining against my pants. I force her back against the wall and pull her skirt to her hips.

Her legs fall open and my pulse rockets.

I slide my fingers over the scrap of lace covering her pussy. Fuck me, she’s soaked.

Livvie pants against my lips, breathless. She clamps down on my lower lip, dragging it through her teeth.

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