Page 110 of Hate Mates

He kisses me, claims my mouth like he’s starved for it. The rough stubble on his jaw grazes my cheek, igniting a jolt of need that shocks me down to my core. Every harsh, hateful word melts into nothing when his tongue slides against mine, silencing all thoughts but the feel of him.

Every bone in my body melts as his hand slides lower, ghosting over my waist before gripping my thigh and yanking itup, hitching my leg around his hip. His cock presses hard and thick against me, and even through the layers of fabric between us, I feel him—hot, pulsing, a promise of sin.

His fingers brush the inside of my thigh, trailing higher, teasing the edge of my panties. He doesn’t push them aside. Doesn’t touch me where I need him most. Instead, he pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes a storm of cruel amusement and something darker.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers along the soaked fabric, pressing just enough to make me whimper. “You want me to touch you?”

I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my voice.

“Take off your dress.”

My pulse quickens. I hesitate, trapped between desire and pride. But Vincenzo watches with simmering patience, a predator waiting for his prey to break.

“Take it off,” he repeats.

With trembling hands, I reach for the zipper, the silk pooling around my feet—my breasts bare, a thin scrap of lace covering my sex.

His expression gives nothing away. “On the bed.”

Shame and desire war inside me.

“Now, Ottavia. Unless you’d rather I tell your father how disobedient you were on your wedding night.”

It’s the largest, most destructible weapon he has in his arsenal against me. My father, and my duty.

I hate him.

But I move, crawling onto the bed, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as I watch him unbutton his shirt, fabric slipping off broad shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his body.He’s all raw strength and precision, a man who knows exactly how much power he holds.

The bed dips as he climbs on, predatory and confident. My gaze drops to his cock, hard, thick, glistening with precum, my body responding with equal parts desire and fear.

When he reaches between my legs, my back arches as fingertips brush against me, and a whimper licks across my lips the moment he tears through my panties, sliding a finger through my wetness before easing it inside me.

“Oh, God,” I moan, biting my bottom lip.

“You’re going to be so tight for me,” he murmurs, his finger sliding in and out. “I bet you can’t wait to find out what it feels like to come around my cock.”

He pulls away, and silk glides over my skin. That’s when I realize—too late—what he’s doing.

Tying me. Restraining me.

I yank at the restraints but they hold firm, securing my wrists to the headboard.

“Vincenzo—”

“I have specific tastes, wife.” He yanks my thighs apart and cocks his head to the side, glancing down at my pussy spread wide for him while easing a finger through my slit, up…and down. “I like to fuck hard.” His finger enters me. “And deep. I love watching a woman’s tits bounce for me while I pound into her. How her face contorts with pleasure and pain…mostly pain because my cock is wrecking her cunt with every thrust.”

“Vincenzo…” My breath hitches as his gaze locks onto mine. The hunger there is raw, animalistic. Powerful. “You’re scaring me.”

“Good.” He grabs my waist, pulling my hips off the mattress, and he shifts closer, his cock pressing against my soaked slit. “Now beg me.”

Dread chills my veins, a stark contrast to the heated flush of desire that still lingers in the pit of my belly.

For a second, I consider denying him. This isn’t how I anticipated our first time would be. But his threat still echoes loud and clear in my head, the nuclear destruction he can cause.

“Please.” My voice shakes.

“Please what?”

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