Page 20 of Hateful Union

God, this man. What is he doing to me? Why is he doing this to me? It makes no sense. I can't fathom why he does it, why we're even here at this moment.

We hate each other. The anger I have for him far outweighs anything that he's doing to me right now. But I can't stop it. My hands go to his head tangling into his hair pulling his lips closer to mine.

My tongue, battling his for dominance. He’ll never own me. That’ll never happen.

My legs spread slightly apart, needing to feel that thick dick of his against me. I begin to grind against it, trying to get to a place that I have no business getting to.

I know, after this, there's no going back. I'm fucked, utterly, utterly fucked.

I'm not sure how long we're like this, with things steaming up between us but I can't do it. I cannot fuck him in his office. That's a no-no. Something registers deep inside, telling me to push him away. I do, my strength takes him off guard and he goes back onto his heels, his mouth tearing away from mine.

His hand snaps tighter around my neck. “No,” he snarls roughly. “You are mine, Raylee, for as long as this fucking thing goes on. You. Are. Mine.”

I can't hold back the anger. “I am not yours, arsehole. I am not a fucking toy. I am a human being.” I’m proud that I’m able to stand my ground, that my voice is filled with the anger it needs and not the lust I was captivated by moments ago.

The anger in his eyes, the darkness that swirls beneath them, is prominent once again. “Listen to me, darling,” he growls, his lips inches from mine as he speaks. “What happened here. It was meant to be. It was always going to happen. The anger we have, the attraction we have, they’re one and the same. They rub against each other just as you rubbed against me, trying to find relief. It's going to happen again, princess. And trust me, the next time it does, you won't be walking away.” That cocky grin of his grates against me. “I’ll be so fucking balls deep inside of you, that you'll be screaming out for more.”

I look at him. He's lost his fucking mind. “Keep dreaming, arsehole, you'll never get me beneath you.”

The smirk he has is triumph and determination. He's not going to stop. Not until he destroys every piece of me. Thing is, after that kiss, the way my body reacted to him. The way I needed him. If he succeeds, I'll be broken, spent, useless. And there'll be no coming back from that. Malcolm Gallagher is dangerous. He has the power to shatter me.

This hateful psychotic game he's playing, can only end one way. He may have made the rules, but he doesn't understand the consequences of what's going to happen. I'm caught in the crossfire. Which means I'm getting burned, either way. But for Malcolm, I'm going to make sure that he is destroyed. Because the ultimate revenge is the one he never saw coming.

“You really shouldn’t lie to yourself, Raylee. We both know there’s no way we can ignore the attraction that simmers between us. As much as we both want too, there’s no denying it.”

I want to punch him so badly. “You expect me to fuck you, knowing that when it’s all said and done, you’re going to hurt me?”

He shrugs, “That’s business.”

“You’re deluded. Completely cracked. You need medicating,” I tell him, my temper once again rising. “You actually think that I’d sleep with you knowing that you’re going to destroy me? Get real.”

“The only one that's deluded is you, darling.” That fucking mocking tone, adds to my fury. “This is going to happen. It's a fight you're not going to win. And as for me destroying you, that's a motherfucking guarantee. Your family is not this picture perfect family you think they are. That you pretend they are. Your father is a monster—”

I scoff, cutting him off. “You mean just like you. You two should become best fucking friends.”

He throws his head back as he laughs. “Keep up the attitude. It just makes me want to bend you over and fuck you so hard.”

I glare at him. “Get this through your thick head. Me and you, it's never gonna happen. No matter how hard you try, you just aren't worth the hassle.”

“That my love…” His smile makes me want to break his teeth. “Is where you’re wrong, I will have you. Keep going, baby, your defiance just makes me harder. You think this attitude of yours is going to push me away. It's not. All it’s going to do is make me angry and when the time comes and I get between your thighs, I’m going to take it out on your pussy.”

“You have so much faith in your ability. I'd be surprised if you even knew how to use that dick of yours. I mean, you’re all talk. The big, bad Mafia man, trying to intimidate a woman, trying to bully her into sleeping with you…” I shake my head in mock disgust. “Come on now. We can do better than this. Stop pretending. Just be straight with me. Why are you using me to get my father? Be honest, you owe me that much.”

He steps back. His eyes glaring at me. “You want to know, you really want to know?” He questions harshly, his lips thinning as his nostrils flare.

I can only nod. “Yes, I fucking do. This is my life. This game you’re playing affects me more than it affects anyone else. So, yes, I do.”

“Your father sells, rapes, beats, and drugs women. That bastard is a monster.”

“So like you then…” I say with a raised brow.

He’s lying. There’s no way that my father’s like that. Surely I’d know. He’s got it wrong. He has to be wrong.

He flinches back in shock. “I’m nothing like your old man. I’ve never hurt a woman.”

I look at him suspiciously, he’s seriously cracked. “You don't hurt women? But that's exactly what you want to do to me?” I can’t deal with this shit right now. “Just stop with the bullshit. Just own the fact that you're just as bad as he is, you may not rape women, which I don't think my dad does. But you certainly fucking hurt them.”

I swallow past the pain. “You made me watch as the man I cared a fuck of a lot about was beaten to death. The man that saved me from a fate worse than death. I fucking hate you for that,” I hiss at him. I can’t and won’t ever forget what he did.

---