Page 67 of When love and Hate Collide

Damn.

“Dean—” I gasp when my robe is pushed off my shoulders. It falls and pools around my feet leaving me completely bare for him. My heart is pounding against my ribcage like it’s ready to bust through and slap me out of whatever spell he has me under with this fuckery. I can’t make shit of what the hell is happening. I only know one thing and it’s that I’m momentarily incapacitated and couldn’t find a sliver of fight in me to resist him. I know what he needs to hear, and it’s clear he’s also struggling to make sense of whatever this thing is between us. We’re both fighting to hold onto the one clear component in our relationship—our animosity for one another.

I should have kicked him out, and I’m foolish for surrendering and giving it to him, but in that moment I tell him what we both needed to hear, what we needed to believe. “Ihateyou.”

As the last word leaves my lips Dean’s hot and enraged mouth comes crashing down on my mine. We kiss like two feral animals wrangling for power. Lips still fused, Dean lifts me into his arms and throws me down onto the bed. Panting, I push up on my elbows to watch him reach up and tug his vest off and toss it aside. An unnatural heat courses through my veins when he pushes his shorts down and stands naked before me. Thank the lord that took his precious time creating such an exquisite specimen of a man. My pussy is slavering in gratitude while he towers over me all fierce and muscular.

Dean’s eyes lower to my sex and he licks his lips avidly before he reaches down, grabs my ankles, and yanks me to the edge of the bed. I draw in a slow breath when he drags a single digit through my wet folds.

“Who is this cunt wet for, JJ?” I stare up at him mutely and he hardens his glare, silently coaxing me to answer him. “Answer me,” he grits through his teeth and slaps my pussy.

I whimper and glare up at him, my chest rising and falling furiously. “Fuck you.”

Dean smirks, but it’s a far cry from one of amusement. “In a minute,” he affirms, dragging his fingers over my clit and making me shudder. “Is this pussy wet for my brother?”

“Maybe.” I retort, raising a brow at him in defiance, taunting him and relishing in the way his eyes flash perilously. I lean up on my hands and look him over. “Is that not what you want to hear? Were you hoping I would say you and beg you to eat my pussy like I know you’re dying to?”

Dean lowers himself until he’s at eye level with me, placing his hands on the mattress he leans in closer. “Is that why you’re laid out beforeme,with your legs spread wide, ready and so fucking eager to have your cunt feasted on.”

“Spreading my legs is no strife for me because I’m such a slut, right Lieutenant?” I croon, gazing up at him through my lashes. Dean bites down on his lower lip and curls his fingers at the back of my neck and draws my face to his.

“That’s right,” he answers curtly. “But you’remyslut.” I gasp, my breath hitching with surprise when he pushes himself long and deep into me. “This pussy is mine to eat.” He draws his cock out, leaving me groaning in displeasure when I’m left empty. “It’s my mine to fuck.” I cry out, fisting the covers when he grabs my hips and pulls me down his shaft, impaling me. Dean moans, flexing his cock inside me and rocking his hips to stimulate my g-spot. “You’re mine to ruin and don’t you ever forget it.” I arch up and bite my lip when his tongue circles my erect nipple. “Now be a good girl and spread those gorgeous thighs and let me take care of what’s mine.”

I stare up at him and let my legs shamelessly drop open for him, “I’ll never be yours, Dean Reyes.”

Dean crawls up on the bed, his large body covering mine as he lifts my arms over my head and his mouth descends on mine. “No? You sure feel like mine right now,” he avows, biting and tugging on my bottom lip. “Now shut the fuck up and kiss me,” he brushes my lips apart and sinks his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard and deep until the very last breath leaves my lungs.

There’s a wild untameable fire whirling inside of me, and this infuriating man is the cause— and the only cure.

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“Jey? Are you okay?”

“I think I might have sunstroke,” I groan, flushing the toilet and watching my breakfast disappear. I pull myself up off the floor and look at my reflection in the mirror. “And the alcohol isn’t helping.” I rinse out my mouth with her mouthwash and sigh before I walk out of the bathroom to find her leaning against the wall waiting for me to come out.

“Maybe sit in the shade today, though you don’t look sunburnt, unlike me who resembles an overcooked lobster.” Ashlyn complains walking over to her suitcase to pick out a bikini. I sit on her bed and pull my knees to my chest, groaning when my breasts ache. I’m going to kill that rotten git when I see him. My nipples are so sore after the onslaught of his teeth last night. I reach over and pick up a packet of white chocolate biscuits Ashlyn has on the bedside table and eat a couple. “Should you be eating those if you’ve got a bad stomach, chick?”

“I’m hungry.” I express, my mouth full, and she shakes her head, grinning. My stomach flips when I notice how much she resembles Dean when she grins like that. I shake off all thoughts of him and scarf down a couple more biscuits.

I’m so conflicted over my feelings for him. I didn’t even know it was possible to hate and want someone so much at the same time.

“Jeyla?!” I jump out of my thoughts and look at Ash.

“Huh?”

“Which one?” I look between the black and the blue bikini she’s holding up and point to the blue one in her right hand.

“Blue, it makes your eyes stand out.” Ash looks at the bikini and smiles, pleased with my choice. I fall back on the bed with a sigh and stare at the white ceiling, chewing on my lip warily. I’m dreading seeing Dean. It’s all well and good when we’re wrapped up in sex, but I’m always unsure how I‘m supposed to act after.

“We’re on holiday together but I feel like I’ve not spent any time with you, Jey.” Ash points out while she changes into her bikini. I sigh inwardly and nod. There’s a reason for that and it’s because I’m suffocating under the weight of my betrayal of our friendship.

I’m the worst friend in the world and I honestly feel sick to my stomach over it but I’m terrified of telling her and ruining our friendship over nothing. It’s not like Dean and I are in love, and we have something worth fighting for— what we have is sexual. Sooner or later when we eventually screw the sexual tension out of each other, it will be over, and I would have lost Ash over a couple of nights of meaningless passionate sex.

I’m so ashamed of myself that I can’t even look at her. I’m not worthy of her friendship and I don’t think I can live with this guilt day in day out. I have to tell her the truth and face the consequences.

“Jey? Hey, what’s wrong?” I look up at her when she crawls up on the bed and sits next to me, a look of concern on her pretty face. I didn’t even realise that I’m crying until she reaches over and wipes my tears. “Why are you crying, babe?” I shake my head, a strangled whimper escapes me and I cover my face with my hands, sobbing into them. Ashlyn pulls my hands away from my face, tugs me up and hugs me which makes me cry even harder into her shoulder. I try to pull away from her, but she tightens her arms around me.

“Jeyla, what’s going on?” Ashlyn probes, brushing her fingers through my hair comfortingly. She pulls back to look at me, her dark brows fused with worry while she brushes my hair away from my face where it’s sticking to my damp cheeks. “Has Paxton been in contact with you again? Did you unblock him?” I shake my head, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

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