Page 67 of Hate Mates

Kingston

She asked far too many questions, but I understood why she was. I couldn’t answer them out in this hallway, so I reached into my back pocket and retrieved the key card from my wallet. Once I had it in my hand, I inserted it into its reader. When I pushed the door open, I had to grab Ekaterina to stop her from falling backward.

I stepped inside, and as soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled her back to me, then reinserted my fingers back inside of her. She was a lot easier to negotiate with this way, and if she wanted to come tonight at all, she’d agree to my demands. If not, she would leave this room exhausted but frustrated.

“Kingston,” she cried out as I plunged them in and out of her. “I can’t concentrate when you’re doing... ahh... fuck... I’m about to come...”

I stilled my fingers again, much to her chagrin. “Tell me what I want to hear first.”

As her tear-filled eyes raised to mine, a flicker of sympathy struck me, then I remembered those same alligator tears in her interview at the police station after she’d run my brother downin the street. She was a beautiful fucking liar, and time had only honed those skills.

“I don’t understand any of this. Why me? You! Please tell me something.”

Fine,” I said, this time pulling my fingers completely out of her pussy. They glistened as they were covered in a coat of her cum. I didn’t want to taste her right now, so I thrust them into her mouth instead. “Clean them first.”

I half expected her to argue, but she closed her eyes and licked all four fingers. The slight pull she did with each one had me imagining what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock, especially with my piercings. One night soon, I’d find out. Whether that would be tonight, or one down the road, it would happen because I wouldn’t give up until she agreed to become my wife.

“There,” she said as she stepped away. “Now tell me what this is all about.”

“My grandfather has decided to challenge my cousin and me. The first one to marry will gain complete control of our empire. I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you what that all means.”

She shook her head. “Surely, there’s someone you actually like that would agree to something like this.”

“I don’t want someone that likes me. And I don’t want to like them, either. This marriage would be a business transaction only. I neither want nor can afford to fall in love with anyone.”

“So, I’m just supposed to agree to some loveless marriage. What do I get out of this?”

“For one, you would’ve gotten an orgasm.”

“Semantics. I’m sure I can give myself a better one than you ever could,” she lied.

I grinned. “Maybe on our wedding night, we’ll test that theory.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything,” she said.

I walked away from her and over to the mini bar. I figured she was likely a vodka girl so I grabbed a small Absolut bottle and a Jameson for me before returning to her. I handed her the clear bottle, then opened and swallowed mine down in a large gulp. I tossed the bottle toward the garbage can before returning to the task at hand.

“You’ll benefit even more from this than me.”

She arched a brow. “How? I don’t think?—”

“If you’re married to me, you cannot possibly marry Aram. And unlike these docile chumps you date night in and night out, they can not stop him from trying to take you back home with him. I have the means to keep Aram away from you as you stick it to your father and him. After all, I know that’s the reason you fled to New York City to demean yourself like this.”

“You just think you know so much about me. You’re wrong about?—”

“Am I? There’s a price on your father’s head, and while he’s in hiding, I know where he is and could share that information?—”

“You wouldn’t?” she said to me.

I smirked. “Do you dare me, Ekaterina?”

“No, no,” she quickly said. “So, I marry you and what? We stay married until you get control, or until your grandfather passes?”

“There’s actually one other thing.”

“Which is?”

“You would need to stay married to me long enough to bear a male heir.”

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