Page 51 of Heart Sick Hate

I lean in to meet him. “From what I recall, you were unsuccessful in getting me there that time.”

“Only because you didn’t earn it.”

“Is that what you tell yourself when you fail to make a girl come, Crew? She didn’t earn it? Are you sure it wasn’t just for lack of trying?”

I’m so full of shit. I’m pissing him off just to see what he’ll do about it. I want him to hate me as much as I hate him so I don’t have to feel guilty about this.

He reaches up and cups my jaw in his hand, tipping my mouth just beneath his. “Careful, princess. Or I’ll give that mouth something better to do than talk back to me.”

Licking my lips, my core burns at how he watches it with intent.

“I’d like to see you try.”

If fighting him is foreplay, my insides are molten hot. I grab his wrist and try to shove him away, but he grips tighter, grabbing my hair with his other hand and holding me in place.

“Now, now. You don’t get to run when we’re just starting to have fun.”

I clench my teeth, and he grips my jaw tighter. His fingers threaded roughly in my hair as I narrow my gaze, eyes burning from his grip. My heart races in my chest and my nails dig into the flesh of his wrist.

His silvery-gray eyes brighten with the hint of a smirk, and my heart jumps to my throat.

He pulls me to him so fast, our lips connect before I can blink. Before I can assess the moment or have any regrets. He releases my jaw and hair, and grabs me by the hips, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.

I should fight.

Claw.

Run.

But I skim my hands up his firm chest, and over his sculpted shoulders instead. Along his neck, until I’m cupping the scruff dusting his jawline. And I kiss him like I hate him, and I need him.

He grinds my center over his lap, and I feel him hard between my legs. It’s terrifying and intoxicating at the same time. My body throbs like he’s the only home it knows, and I’m going to come apart without him.

He breaks our kiss and drags his lips down my jaw, down my neck. He bites at my flesh, and I burn for him.

“Tell me what I need to hear, Goldie.” He sinks his teeth into the base of my neck again, harder this time, so I squirm, and he moves me over his hard length.

“I need you to fuck me, Crew.” Words I’ve never meant more, no matter how much I shouldn’t. “I need you. Only you.”

He lifts to look at me, his pupils wild with excitement. Lifting his hand, he cups my jaw and brushes his thumb over my mouth. “That’s it…”

His touch ghosts my jaw, down my neck. He brushes my hair back and let’s his words fade in the silence of his apartment. His fingers clutch my hips, and he rocks me over him again.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” he says before his smile turns wicked. “The darkest part of the universe and the brightest part of the sun. It’s fucking irritating.”

I can’t tell whether he’s complimenting me or pissed off.

If he hates me or wants me.

Maybe it’s all those things—the same way I’m mixed paint when it comes to him.

“This is still a one-time thing.” I’m not sure how I manage to lie to us both, but the words find their way out.

“Sure thing.” He bites back his amusement. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Crew—” But he cuts me off with his lips. With his bruising kiss. With a rock of my hips, pulling my soul from my bones.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my mouth as his hands move to my pants, and he unbuttons them. “You’re a masterpiece. But if you’re going to keep lying to me, I’m going to enjoy making you pay for it.”

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