Page 39 of When love and Hate Collide

Jeyla tugs on her arm, attempting to yank her wrist free from my grasp, but I tighten my grip and pull her flush against me. She winces, her angry eyes boring into mine. “You make me sick.”

I smile and lean in a closer, “Do I?” I voice, lowering my eyes to look at those pretty pink lips. “Because your body language and the lustful look you’re trying so hard to conceal behind those hateful glances all tell a different story, JJ.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jeyla hisses, her chest rising and falling with every enraged breath she takes.

Simpering I give my lips a slow lick and the action draws her hot gaze straight to my mouth. “Nah, I’m good. My dick has yet to fully recover from fucking that pretty mouth of yours earlier.” I drawl. Jeyla growls in aggravation and tries to slap me again, this time with her free hand, but thanks to my sharp reflexes I catch her wrist and in one fluent motion I fold both her arms behind her back and press her into the passenger side door of my car.

“Behave yourself.” I warn, staring into her upturned face with a smile.

“Get your filthy meat hooks off me," Jeyla seethes furiously and squirms against me.

“I will, if you promise to be a good girl and stop trying to hit me?” I affirm, and she narrows her eyes at me before lifting her leg to knee me in his nuts. I already pre-empted her move and use my knee to push hers to the side and press myself against her fully.

A soft gasp escapes her. We’re so close that our noses are touching, and our bodies are pressed together tight enough that I can feel her heart beating against my chest. “You’re going to have to do better than that, JJ.”

Jeyla’s eyes close and her breathing shallows, “Let go of me right now, you swine.”

“Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Fuck off.”

“Wrong answer...”

“Ow, you're hurting me.” She whimpers when my fingers tighten around her wrists. I can’t lie, having her in this position is rousing the beast in my trousers and boy does he want to come out and play.

“Behave yourself then and I'll let you go,” I state firmly. “Or are you purposely playing up because you’re enjoying this?” I add, brushing my nose over hers. “Hating each other the way we do has always been our foreplay, hasn’t it baby?” Jeyla rolls her eyes squirming against me and while doing so brushes our pelvises together.

My jaw clenches when a jolt of pleasure surges through me when her hip brushes my now fully erect cock.Fuck.“Get in the car.” I utter, releasing my hold on her hands.

Jeyla straightens, rubbing her wrists that are tinged red. She shoves me away from her, scowling. “You’re a pig.”

“And you love it.” I state with a haughty smirk as I reach for the car door and open it for her. “Now get in the car so I can take you home already.”

Jeyla fixes me with a blank look, “I know you don’t expect me to get in a car with youafterthe way you treated me?” she questions incredulously.

“If you just stop provoking me, I wouldn’t have to manhandle you. Now stop acting like a prissy princess and get in the car.” I’m starting to lose my patience with her shit.

“I'll take my chances walking, thanks,” she utters, turning on her heel to walk away but I catch her wrist and yank her back to me. Jeyla whimpers and glares up at me.

“Listen to me.” I hiss lowly, staring down into her large green eyes. “I’m done playing with you. You either get in this car by will or I throw you in by force. Either way, your arse is coming home with me. Understand?” Jeyla blinks mutely and I’m not sure if it’s the conviction in my voice or what, but she rips her arm out of my hold and gets in the car—cursing me to an eternity of damnation, but I’ll take it. A victory is a fucking victory.

Carping to myself under my breath, I get in the car and turn the ignition, ready to floor it the entire way home. The car lets out a couple of short beeps and goes dead. I try again. The lights come on, but there’s no power going to the engine.Come on baby, come on, turn over for daddy, please, please. I try again, praying inwardly she starts, but alas, I get nothing but an engine warning light flashing on the dashboard.

“Shit.” I groan and slam my hands against the steering wheel. This night just keeps getting better and fucking better.

Jeyla and I turn and look at each other simultaneously. A brow goes up and she glares at me hard. “You have got to be fucking kidding me?”

This isn’t happening.This. Isn’t. Happening.

I cannot and will not be forced to spend another minute with this cretin of a man, let alone an hour!

“Stay put, let me check it out,” Dean huffs, reaching under his seat, he pulls the latch to release the hood and climbs out of the car. My eyes follow him and watch as he pulls the hood and hooks it up, so it stays open while he leans under it. Now, I can fit my knowledge of cars on the back of a stamp, but I can bet my life he won’t be able to fix it. I smirk allowing myself the pleasure of picturing the hood of the car falling on his giant—but gorgeous—head while he’s under there.

Muttering under my breath, I rifle through my purse to find my phone.

It will be a snowy day in July before I spend a night with him in this car.

I flip my phone open and pushed a button to find it dead. I close my eyes and rest my head back against the headrest. “Why?” I whimper, peeling my peepers open to look up at the roof of the car. “Why of all the people in the world did you have to lumber me withhim?” I beseech to the ‘Big Man’ upstairs. “What have I ever done to you?”

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