Page 63 of The More I Hate

“Not a good idea, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gentle. “You know I will only punish you until you submit.”

I struggled, trying to pull away from him, but Luc held me, the strength in his hands seemingly impossible to fight against.

He pinned me against the wall as he trailed his hands down to below my waist where he grabbed handfuls of my skirt and yanked it up. I thrilled at the thought of him taking me by force. It was not like I wanted him to, but I couldn’t deny my excitement.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill your friend,” he whispered into my ear. “Is that what you wanted to see? Just how far I’d go to protect you?”

My breath caught, and my lips trembled as Luc held me, waiting for my answer.

“I need to be protected from you,” I replied.

He chuckled as he kissed me again. “You don’t know how right you are.”

CHAPTER 24

LUC

Afine line existed between anger fucking…and hate fucking.

And I couldn’t tell you which one I was about to cross over to.

Probably both.

But one thing was for certain, and that was that my dick was going to be buried so deep inside Amelia’s pussy she’d never again doubt who she belonged to.

I detested games.

I hated bratty antics, and for that, there would be consequences.

I grabbed her firmly by the back of the neck and held her still for a kiss.

She was resistant at first, still struggling, but my demanding lips parted hers, forcefully exploring her mouth.

My cock strained against my pants, desperate to feel the tight clench of her body, but I wasn’t going to make this quick and painless.

My little bride needed to pay her penance for acting out.

She moaned under the brutal press of my lips even as she pushed against my shoulders with her hands. I allowed her resistance... for now. I was quite enjoying tasting and taking.

Breaking her down.

Amelia whimpered, and my cock throbbed in response.

I was doing this all wrong.

Kissing her like this.

Touching her like this.

I should be dragging her to my room, ordering her to undress, and spanking that round, perfect ass of hers to teach her a lesson about defiance.

I pulled back to look at her.

Her face was flushed from being so close to me. Her eyes were glazed over and dazed. They reminded me of a doe’s, vulnerable and weak.

“What if I don’t want you to touch me?” she asked.

“Stop talking,” I told her.

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