Page 2 of Hate On

He wanted her to remember what it felt like to be owned one minute and discarded the next.

Desired then tossed away.

Trusted then betrayed.

She needed to feel it.

He released his raging erection and gave it a tug. He was almost angry at the sight of a bead of precum at the tip, because it was for her. He silently told himself that he might have been hard as fuck for her, but she didn’t own him. Not after what she’d done. He rolled a condom on, and with a feather light touch, slid a hand across her stomach and down between the tops of her thighs. Cupping her mound, he was rough and abrupt when he curved two thick fingers between her hot folds.

With a hiss of a sigh, she pressed her backside onto his groin. Her tight walls rode his fingers, sucking them into her while grinding her ass against his swollen, rigid cock.

She wanted more.

Needed it.

And fuck, she would get it like an animal needing to scratch an itch. But it wouldn't mean a thing. Not like it could have.

He palmed her ass cheek and spread them apart, positioning the tip at her slick, glistening center. He dragged his length along her folds, teasing her, extending her anticipation, driving her need so high that she begged for it.

"Please," she hummed.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please fuck me, Roman... I need you... Don't make me wait."

He smiled a little, knowing that he had her where he wanted her.

She needs me.

But I'm done needing her.

This is just damn good sex now that she shredded me.

She just doesn't know it yet.

"I want you... so bad," she called out on a breathy whimper.

It had only been a couple of days since the last time he’d taken her, but tonight was the first time he’d fuck her. This time, he felt nothing.

Just a dull numbness in his heart and anger around his chest.

"How bad?" he asked her on a raspy groan that reminded him how fucking bad he wanted her too.

“So bad, baby... I can’t do without—"

Before she finished her sentence, he sank balls deep into her tightness, entering with a sharp jerk she hadn’t expected. Fuck, she felt so fucking good, so tight and wet around him.

She gripped fistfuls of the bedsheets as he pounded into her, her face now buried into the mattress. He was relentless. One hand dug dull fingernails into her hips while the other anchored her to him from the nape of her neck. He claimed and reclaimed every inch of her, making sure she came for him a few times before he threw her away. Both were sure to leave a mark that would last longer than ever. Good.

Soon, the fused scent of their sweat and her arousal, and the sound of her screams and their slick skin slapping together overtook all his thoughts. Pleasure rolled through him as he fucked her and his rage into oblivion. And when he was done, he climbed off of her, cleaned up in the bathroom, rolled on another condom, and started again.

She wouldn’t be able to shake the memory of tonight once he was done with her. She’d be fucking ruined. And after that, when she realized what she lost, she'd be gutted.

Like she’d done to him.

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