Page 68 of Hate Mates

“What? Absolutely not. I don’t even want you touching me?—”

I closed the distance off between us, and when I swung her up in my arms, she stopped mid sentence. I tossed her down onto the bed, then my body came down over her. “I can and will make you come so fucking hard every night. You’ll beg meto fuck you, and I’ll oblige because sex will be all there ever is between us. A hatefuck can be a very powerful thing, and if you say yes to me right now, I’ll prove it.”

“This is preposterous.”

“It’s business, and nothing more. You help me, and I help you.”

“ You scratch my itch, and I scratch yours,” she added.

I grinned down at her. “Exactly. My grandfather will regret his ultimatum, and your father will regret treating you like a possession he could pawn off to the highest bidder. And Aram, well he likely couldn’t even get his dick up so you’d be saving him from himself.”

“There’s got to be a different way for both of us,” she said to me.

I moved off of her, then removed my jacket, shirt, and tie before unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes widened as I slowly pulled my pants down my legs, then kicked them, along with my shoes and socks off. My boxers came next, and once naked in front of her, she began to crawl back toward the headboard.

I reached down and grabbed a condom from my wallet, then tossed it onto the bed. After, I kept my eyes on her as I crawled up the bed until I was able to cover her body once more with mine. One hand went to her throat, while the other wrapped around my cock as I applied pressure to my magic cross on the tip.

“It’s decision time, Ekaterina. Do I give up you and your father’s whereabouts to a man who wants to hurt you both? Or, do you spread those legs of yours and give me what we both know will be mine?”

EIGHT

Ekatarina

My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest. This entire night was crazy, especially the scenario. Kingston and I hated each other, yet he wanted to tie himself down to me for god knows how long. Until I gave him a son. This was something that would’ve happened a hundred years ago, not today. Only, I knew it could because several marriages in different mafias were arranged. Including my own to a man I liked no more than the one currently stroking his cock as he waited on a response.

My eyes dropped between us, and I was not only getting more aroused as I saw how long, wide, and thick he was, but I was also fascinated at the two metal piercings at the tip of his cock. They had to make his dick sensitive, especially if his expression was anything to go by. A flash of something indescribable would pierce his cold eyes whenever his fingers would nick over the metal barbells.

If it makes him feel that good, how will it make me feel?

“This is crazy,” I whispered, not only to him but to myself for even entertaining sex with this bastard, much less anything else.

“It’s a win-win situation for the both of us. We comply, but on our terms, making your father and my grandfather regret the day they ever tried to interfere in our lives. I have the money, power, and security to keep you in the lifestyle you’re accustomed to, and after one night with me, you won’t even want another man.”

“Ha,” I laughed. “You’re awfully cocky.”

He grabbed one of my hands, then brought it to his cock to replace his with mine. “I think we’ve already established that, but you tell me.”

He was so hard, and his flesh so warm. If Kingston wasn’t already partially between them, I might’ve squeezed my thighs closed. He covered my hand with his, then forced me to stroke him, which eventually elicited a groan from us both. It meant nothing. Sex tonight would be a one-night stand while marriage would be forever. Or would it? He disliked me as much as I disliked him. Surely, he’d want to cut me loose from his life as soon as possible.

“What would happen to the baby?” I asked him.

He stilled my hand, then used his free one to tip my chin up. “The kid would stay with me. My grandfather wants the Brannington line to live on, so he’d need to be reared in my world.”

“And if it’s a girl?”

“Then I double my efforts to fuck you, and do so until you give me what I need.”

“What if they’re all girls?” I couldn’t even believe I was asking these questions, but I had to know. He had me between a rock and a hard place, literally, when considering his body, so I needed to know what it was I was going to inevitably agree to.

“How about we worry about that when and if it happens. Until then, you take my name, wear my ring, then make that hot pussy of yours available to me whenever I want it.”

“I won’t submit to your every demand just because you want me to,” I warned. “I’ve never let a man control me, and I don’t intend to start now with you.”

He removed my hand from his cock, then brought it to the headboard, before dragging my other hand there, too. After, he held my arms above me for several seconds, before releasing them from his grip. “You’ve already started, and we both know it. Now, give me your word that you’ll marry me, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“You don’t know what I need, or else you would’ve never?—”

My words were cut off the moment he slid a hand back between my legs. “I think I have a good idea what that is.” He leaned in and bit his way across my jawline until he reached my mouth. He nipped at my bottom lip once or twice, tugging roughly on it before he raised his head back a hairsbreadth from mine. “You agree to this, or else Aram is at your door before you even have time to go home, pack, and try to flee. He’s in the city on business, so one call is all it will?—”

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