Page 69 of Hate Mates

“Yes,” I whispered seconds before he plunged four fingers back inside of me. I arched upward to allow him better access as reality set in. He had me cornered, but I wasn’t defeated. I’d figure a way out of this, but for now, there was no need to deny myself the pleasure I knew sex with him would bring me. “Now fuck me before I change my goddamn mind.”

He rose off of me, then grinned the entire time it took for him to retrieve the condom from its wrapper and sheathe his cock. While he did that, I tried to remove my dress, but had only gotten it up over my hips when he yanked me down toward him. A quick tug was all it took to render my panties useless as he tore them from me.

Kingston looked down at my pussy, and after smacking my mound a few times, he teased me for another few seconds untilhe saw the frustration building on my face. “Fucking you is going to be so much fun.”

“We’ll see if I share that same sent... Fuck!” I cried out as he slammed into me fully with a single thrust.

“Take the rest of your dress off and show me what is nowmine.”

I wanted to remind him that my body was my own, but he started to move, and all thoughts of defiance left my head. He started off slowly at first, but sped up his rhythm until he was making the entire bed shake as he slammed into me over and over.

I fumbled with my dress, struggling as I practically had to peel it over my breasts and head. When done, he slowed his rhythm once more as he grabbed both breasts in his hands. He squeezed them roughly, but I had grown to enjoy pain with sex. Those large fingers of his rubbed back and forth over my nipples until they hardened painfully.

“One night, I’m going to clamp the hell out of these,” he murmured to me, and I tightened down around his cock in response, although I flashed a warning look at him. “Yeah, you’re going to fight me over everything which will make the victory that much sweeter.”

I stared up into his face, and one so devastatingly lethal, and an inner voice screamed for me to rethink tonight, and everything else I’d just promised. I opened my mouth to do as much, but he quickly pulled out, flipped me over, then thrust back into me once he had me on my knees. From there, I did the only thing I could. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets in my hand as he fucked me hard and fast.

Each thrust had me trying to claw my way away from him, but I had nowhere to go. I was like one of those trapped lightning bugs I used to catch and keep in a jar when I was younger. I had no place to go now except to Hell because that was whatmarriage would be like to Kingston. As he reached around me and began to pinch and roll my clit between those same skilled fingers as he continued driving into me, I’d think about all that later. Right now, sex with him was Heaven, and it was where I would stay as long as I could.

I focused less on what this all meant and just tried to enjoy it for what it was. Enjoyment came easy because the piercings applied added pressure to my g-spot which he was currently battering with little finesse. I would feel every thrust of his tomorrow, but not like I was feeling them tonight. As he sped up his rhythm, I clung tighter to the bed.

“Yebat'sya,” I cursed. “Fuck...” I added in English. Both meant the same thing, and they were the last words to fall from my lips before I fell apart for him.

The climax was so sudden, and so intense, that my body shook violently for several seconds until his rhythm slowed, only for him to return to the same pace as before as he drove himself closer to an orgasm of his own. Still, certain thrusts had me wincing as he brought a new and darker meaning to rough sex.

He was staking a claim on me...

Or maybe he was marking me as his...

Or maybe, it was just like he said.

He hated me as much as I hated him, but we could channel that into something that would get us both off.

The moment he slammed into me a final time, I knew he had come, too. My limbs were weak and shaky because I’d fully crossed the point of no return where Kingston Brannington was concerned. My fate had now been decided, and I would now be tied to an arch nemesis. But he was right about other men. I flashed a watery smile as tears began to roll down my cheeks. I couldn’t even think of another man. I didn’t even want to. I accepted that, although I’d never admit it to him as I forced my tears to dissipate as quickly as they’d appeared. I’d accomplishedthat feat by the time he pulled out, then I collapsed face down onto the sheets and laid there enjoying my post orgasmic haze.

“I’ll have the announcement printed in tomorrow’s paper,” he said to me before he got off the bed and went into the bathroom to shower.

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