Page 25 of Hateful Union

The smirk that forms causes chills to dance up my spine. He turns into an apartment complex and anticipation hums through my body. “Oh, baby, who said that I’d only have you once tonight?”

Heat rises in my cheeks and my throat dries. God, I can’t wait. I’m burning with lust. It’s as though an inferno’s building inside of me.

He climbs out of his car and I’m mere seconds behind him. I glare at him when he goes to take my hand. I can’t have him touch me. Not just yet. I’m wound up tight, ready to implode. I silently walk behind him, that ever present smirk is etched onto his face. Damn him. Why the hell does he have to be so handsome? Yet, he’s still the most infuriating arsehole I’ve ever met.

He leads me up the stairs and I’m grateful that he bypassed the elevator. My breath coming out in pants with each step I take. God, the anticipation is killing me.

As he opens the door, he’s calm, collected and at ease. It pisses me off, he’s unaffected. Not a drop of sweat, nor is there a change in his demeanor. Bastard. He pushes the door open and waves for me to go ahead of him.

My legs are shaky and unbalanced.

As soon as I’m in his apartment, I scan it, taking in every inch of the decor. The bland white walls. Not a single splash of colour anywhere. Nor are there any pictures of his family. For a man that’s rich, his apartment is small. I thought it would be flashy, much like himself, but it’s not. It’s small, tidy, simplistic. It’s not Malcolm at all.

His hand clamps around my wrist and pulls me. I spin on my heel and crash against his rigid body. I guess I was wrong. He is affected. His body taut, his jaw clenched, and his eyes blazing with anger. The smoldering look he gives me makes me shiver.

“Fuck,” he growls as his lips slam down against mine.

This kiss isn’t like before, his lips fuse to mine as though he’s trying to dominate me. Possess me. Claim me.

I’m unable to control my body’s reaction to him. I arch into him, needing more.

When his tongue snakes into my mouth, I’m lost. Things become frantic. I’m pulling at his clothes, and he’s tearing mine off me. My dress falls to the floor, pooling around my feet, I step out of it and kick off my heels, I’m standing here in just my thong. I rip apart his shirt, the buttons flying off and scattering around us.

He nips at my bottom lip, enticing a painful hiss from me. But I don’t stop, I need him. This burning I have is only intensifying. His lips trail from mine down to my jaw, before painstakingly, slowly moving to my neck.

I snap his fly open, his cock is thick and erect, begging for me to touch it. I wrap my hand around it, I tighten my hold and begin to move my hand—up and down.

His eyes close. “Christ,” he growls as his lips suck at my neck.

“Do not give me a hickey,” I demand. I don’t need the hassle of what will come if he does.

He thrusts into my hand, his cock throbbing under my touch. I can’t help but release a moan as his lips tighten around the sweet spot on my neck.

Suddenly he twists so that my back is against the door. He pulls away from me and I release his cock. His thumbs slide along my thighs, moving higher and higher until they slip under the band of my thong. The motherfucker tears them without much effort. I don’t have a chance to complain. He lifts me as though I weigh nothing and positions himself at the entrance to my pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist and slowly lower myself onto his thickness.

I suck in a sharp breath as I lower myself even more. He’s big, a little too big. I’m trying to adjust to it, but the arsehole isn’t in the mood and tries to take over. I pull off and he growls, I can’t help but smile. Loving that he’s feeling this just as much as I am.

“Please, for the love of all that is holy. Just do it.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, my lips at his ear. “No,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his earlobe. “I’ll do it when I want to.”

He grunts, his hands at my hips tighten and I realise that I’ve just poked the bear one too many times. He slams into me and I cry out at the brutal pain that rips through me. “Fuck!” I yell, tears stinging my eyes.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he snarls his hands gripping my hips in a punishing hold. “Are you a virgin?”

I lift my head and glare at him. “No, I’m not. You’re just a lot bigger than I expected.”

That gets me that motherfucking smirk. “I can’t hold back,” he says through gritted teeth.

I nip at his earlobe, “No one told you to.”

My words seem to have reached something inside of him. He pistons in and out of me like a man possessed. I unleashed the beast and fuck, if it’s not a good thing.

I’m clawing at his back, as he fucks me against his apartment door. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust with as much passion and need. It’s raw and carnal. The build-up between us could have only ended one way. With him between my legs and me getting the best sex of my life.

I’m panting, he’s grunting. The only noise in the apartment is our heavy breathing and the sound of our flesh hitting against one another.

Our pace is relentless, both of us going hard and fast. Needing to fuck whatever the hell this is between us out of our systems.

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