Page 107 of The Hallows Queen

He steps toward me and tries to grab my shoulders, but I step away before he can.

“P, what are you talking about? You know I didn’t mean that shit I said.”

I shake my head, feeling anger growing in the pit of my stomach. “No, actually, Idon’tfucking know that, Hayden. I don’t knowyou.”

He shakes his head, opening his mouth and closing it before speaking again. “What are you even saying right now? You know me better than anyone ever has… Please, just let me fix this.”

I throw my phone across my apartment. “There’s nothing tofix!”

My blood boils, and we stare at each other for a minute before I start yelling again.

“You ruined my entire fucking life, Hayden! All because of a temper tantrum! I never want to fucking see you again!”

His expression drops as he searches my face. “You don’t mean that. This is just another fight.”

“I do mean it!”I shout, tears running down my face.

He walks toward me, and I back up until my back hits the wall and he gets the chance to grab me. “I love you, P. And I know you love me.” He kisses my cheek, my neck, my lips. “I love you so fucking much. I can’t let you go.”

“Hayden, stop it,” I sob, feeling torn down the middle. “Please, just leave.”

Running his hands down my sides, his mouth suctions on my throat, and I hate the lick of desire that runs through my core. I want to throw up. I want to scream.“Hayden,please.”

“I love you,” he says between open-mouthed kisses along my neck and chest, his hands sliding under my shirt to squeeze my breasts. “I love you, baby.”

I shake my head. “Stop it.”

Pressing a kiss to my lips, he smooths a hand down the front of my pants. “Let me fix it, let me make you feel good.”

“No,” I say on a breath, trying to pull away from him. “You can’t fix this with sex, Hayden.”

He slides two fingers through my center, over my clit, then plunges them inside me. I cry out, hating how my legs try to spread farther for him, even as tears run down my face.

“I love you,” he says against my lips.

“I hate you,”I cry, gyrating my hips against his hand.

He fucks me with his fingers, and I stop trying to push him away. “Is that why your pussy is so wet for me, because you hate me?”

When he curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot, I grab onto his hair mindlessly, needing something to pull on. He chuckles against my mouth, and it makes me see red.

“Fuck you,”I grit out.

Sliding his tongue against my lips, he pulls his hand out of my pants. “I love when you get angry, baby, it makes my dick so hard.”

He pulls my pants down before I can stop him, then he’s kicking my legs apart while he frees his cock from his pants.

“Hayden,” I say, pulling away from him. “No.”

“Yes, baby. Let me fix it.” Lifting me up, slips inside of me in one powerful thrust.

I cry, “I fucking hate you.”

He groans, rolling his hips against mine. “Show me how much you hate me, baby.”

Pleasure spreads over my skin like wildfire I can’t keep away, and I grab his hair to pull it painfully, moaning louder as he fucks me harder.

“C’mon, P. Get fucking angry, punish me for what I did.”

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