Page 45 of When love and Hate Collide

After a quick breath, I unlock the door and see Dean standing at the door, a deep scowl on his face. An unnatural heat courses its way through my body and I dig my nails into my palms. Dean’s eyes rake over me slowly, standing there in nothing but his t-shirt, my nipples hard like pebbles, poking out rather prominently. His Adams apple bobs in his throat when he swallows.

Brushing past him I place my clothes on the side and pick up one of the complimentary bottles of water they leave in the room and drink it, quenching the dryness in my throat. Dean observes me and walks over to me.

“JJ, what’s wrong?” he questions standing behind me. The smell of his aftershave all over this fucking shirt is driving me crazy and I’m tempted to just rip it right off me.

Maybe if I pick a fight with him, it will remind me of all the reasons that I hate him, and these stupid urges will disperse.

“Nothing.”

“You’re mighty flushed for nothing?” he presses, taking hold of my arm he spins me so I’m facing him. “What’s the matter? You’ve been more irritable than usual all fucking night.”

“I just said nothing,” I look up at him and he narrows his eyes. “Even if something were wrong, you’re the last person in the world I would ever confide in.”

Dean chuckles angrily and rakes a hand through his damp hair and turns his ireful gaze back to me again and as he steps closer to me he looks me dead in the eyes and growls, “You know what, fuck you, JJ.”

He turns and walks off toward the bed, “You already did, remember? As you love to keep reminding me.” I sneer, watching him rip the duvet cover back off the bed. “And you enjoyed every moment of it, too.” Dean’s head snaps back to me and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under with him setting fire to my grave.

“I did enjoy it,” he snarls, walking over to me again, eyes burning with disdain. “But then again who wouldn’t enjoy fucking a dirty little slut.”

That should have hurt—but it didn’t. Instead, it only fuels the inferno already whirling inside me. “Who would know better than the man-whore himself.” I fire back maliciously. “Here’s a hot tip for you Casanova, fucking every piece of skirt that gives you attention doesn’t make you a God in bed.”

Dean’s face takes on a whole new level of rage. The way his eyes are burning into mine makes me want to shrink back, but I dig in my heels and keep my eyes on his. “This coming from the girl whose legs were shaking after every orgasm I fucked out of her, is it?” I squeeze my legs together to ease the pulsing between my legs. Oh, how I wish he would fuck an orgasm out of me now.

“I was faking it.”

Dean inches closer to me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him. “You’re a liar.”

“No, you’re a lousy fuck.” I reply haughtily and gasp when he lifts his hand and curls it around my throat and forces me back until I’m pressed up against the door.

Dean bites down on his lip, his eyes staring at my mouth. “A lousy fuck?” he repeats gruffly. “I only gave you a measly five percent of what I’m capable of, JJ.” he turns my head so he can speak directly into my ear. “Unless you want me to rearrange your guts, don’t fuck with me.”

I chuckle and peer up at him, my eyes narrowing to slits. “Those are some big promises for a man who claims he will never touch me again. Did I bruise your ego by not singing your praises like you’re accustomed to with all your other sluts?”

Dean presses his forehead to my temple and smiles darkly, tightening his hold around my throat, momentarily cutting off my oxygen. “Not at all,” he intones lowly, dragging his nose down the side of my cheek. “But perhaps I need to show you how I like to fuck dirty whores who are hungry for cock—just like you are for mine right now.”

When his fingers loosen around my throat, I draw in a slow deep breath, filling my lungs. “I can’t fucking stand you, or the thought of you touching me so why would I ever let you fuck me again, you witless prick?” I say, breathless.

“I can’t stand you either, but let’s see how much verity those disdainful words of yours hold, shall we?” Dean speaks low and slow while his fingers glide up my bare thigh, slowly inching toward my sex.

The harder I’m fighting not to allow my body to react to his touch, the harder it defies me, and goosebumps rise on the surface, causing every hair on my body to stand. My eyes close and I bite my lip in a desperate attempt to hold back the moan that is ready to burst out of me when Dean’s fingers glide through my slick folds.

I hear a deep, throaty groan emit from Dean. “You dirty little liar,” he murmurs lowly in my ear. “You’re so wet your pussy juice is dripping down your thighs.” My body visibly quakes, and I can no longer hold back my moan when he drags his finger over my wildly sensitive and engorged clit. “Look at that.” He withdraws his hand and holds up his fingers saturated with my nectar for me to see. “Open your mouth.” He commands and before I can stop myself my mouth falls open and he’s sliding his fingers into my mouth and I’m sucking them clean. “You taste that? That, is the taste of how desperately you fucking want me, you insatiable slut.”

My head whirls with blusterous desire. Every time he degrades me, I feel the hot urge to punch him, but at the same time I become that much more aroused.

I lick my lips when he withdraws his fingers from my mouth, “Would you like to discuss the raging erection you’ve also got pressed against my hip? Let’s remove your boxers and see how desperate you are for me, you cocky little shit.”

Dean stares down into my upturned face and licks his lips before speaking, “I’m a man baby; if there’s a hot wet pussy in the vicinity my cock is naturally going to rise to the occasion.” He expresses, leaning in until our noses are almost touching. “It’s nothing personal to you, it’s just biology.”

“Bullshit,” I seethe, staring him directly in the eyes. “I bet you’re oozing precum just thinking about feeding your cock deep inside my hot,tightcunt.” Dean’s jaw clenches and his fingers tighten around my throat again. I move my hips so I can deliberately brush against his erection and his green eyes blacken with need, closing for a brief second upon contact before he exhales slowly to regain composure. “How many times have you beaten yourself off thinking about me, Dean?”

“Not once.” He answers fervidly, “Why would I ever beat off to the thought of a malicious bitch like you when I can think about so many other pleasant things that will actually get me off.”

I raise a brow, “And yet here you are in my space, my pussy juice all over your fingers and your cock throbbing against my hip. Where’s the verity to your words, Dean? Because from where I’m standing you look as though you’re ready to either kill me or fuck me right though this door.”

Dean sneers, “I know you’re hoping for option two, but you can keep dreaming. You’re pushing closer and closer to option number one.”

I shove him off me, he doesn’t go far, but at least he’s not pressed up against me. “Good, because I would rather die a slow tortuous death than ever let you touch me again.” I retort vehemently and push past him. There is no way in hell I am staying in this room with him. Dean turns and watches me lift and pull his t-shirt off before I hurl it at him. “Stupid fucking prick,” I’m so infuriated that I don’t even care I’m fully naked while I look for my clothes.

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