She clawed at me, each touch more desperate than the last.
But she didn’t even try to fight me when I shoved her back against the wall. Her back hit the wall, hair falling loose around her shoulders, chest heaving with ragged breaths. She glared at me, her lips swollen from my punishing kiss moments before.
“Is this what you wanted by saying all that shit at dinner?” I stared at her as I ripped apart my clothing. “Hmm. You wanted me to remind you why my ring is on your finger.”
She lifted her hand and showed me it wasn’t there.
“I don’t see a ring on my finger.”
My jaw flexed. I summoned it to me with star mist, shoving it back onto her hand.
“You really are trying to piss me off, little weaver. Ring or not, you are mine. Bond or not, you are mine. Love or hate, you are mine.”
Star mist shimmered beside us, glass forming against the wall as a mirror slid into place in front of her.I forced her chin up, making sure her eyes were on her reflection, not mine. She glared at me, but her chest rose too fast, betraying her.
“You can pretend all you want, but your gaze tells me everything. I see the way you shiver when I touch you. The way you track every move I make… like you already know you’re mine.”
I pressed into her, grabbing her pretty dress and tearing it from her. The sound of ripping fabric was swallowed by herragged breath, and the little sound she made when the cool air hit her bare skin.
“Look at you,” I snapped as I stepped between her thighs, pinning her there against the wall. “All spread out for me, not even trying to hide what you know belongs to me.”
Her breath shuddered, but she didn’t pull away. Her hips tipped forward just barely—an invitation no matter how much she hated it.
“Fuck you,” she spat, voice trembling with anger and want.
But her gaze darkened as it fell down my chest. Her hands moved up and dragged her fingernails down to my waistline, slipping her fingers in. I sighed at her touch. Her gaze met mine as I pulled my underwear down.
I stroked my hand down my hard length, lining up with her. Her hips rolled against me, unable to deny that she wanted this.
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Her moan ripped out of her, raw and furious, her back arching off the wall as her nails clawed into my forearms, not pushing me away, but holding on.
“Gods, you feel so good.” I pushed deeper. “You’re all mine, say it.”
“No,” she gasped, trying to turn her face away, but her thighs locked around my waist, dragging me deeper.
I gripped her jaw and forced her eyes back to mine as I stopped moving completely. Her eyes were black and soulless.
“Stars above, I really do hate you sometimes.” She muttered as she tried to move her hips, but I pinned them to the wall with mine.
“You hate me?” I growled, slamming into her hard enough to make the wall shudder behind her. “Then look at me. Look at the man you swear you hate while you cum all over my cock.”
“Abram,” she hissed, nails biting into my skin as her hips jerked up to meet every vicious thrust. “I hate you so fucking—”
I angled my hips and drove into that spot that made her scream, her voice breaking on my name.
“That’s it,” I snarled, dragging her closer, fucking her deeper. “Let it hit you. Let that hate rip you apart and spill all over me.”
Her legs trembled, her body tightening.
“Cum on me,” I demanded, voice low and furious. “I want to feel every shudder, every pulse, every bit of hate you have for me drip down my cock. Do it. Right now.”
“Fuck—Abram—” She tried to shove me away, but the second I pulled back even an inch, she dragged me right back in with a desperate cry.
“Look,” I growled, forcing her face toward the mirror. “Look at yourself cum all over me. Keep lying to me, to yourself, that you aren't mine."
She looked at us.
“You can look away,” I said. “Or you can stay right here with me.”
