I hate her.
As much as I hate The Luminaries and their stupid rules and traditions.
And I have a hate-love thing going on with the man currently holding me to him. I hate Jase for what he did to me, yet I can’t stop loving him. I wish there was an off switch in my heart and my head so I could bury those feelings and forget I ever loved Jason Stewart.
“Let me go,” I snap, digging my nails into his clothed arms and lashing out with my legs.
One beefy leg clamps down on mine, restricting my movement, as I sense, rather than see, him shaking his head. His lips go on the offensive, planting addictive kisses along my neck and my jawline, his teeth tugging on my earlobe before his mouth suctions on that sensitive spot just under my ear.
He isn’t playing fair.
Fuck him to the high heavens.
I am losing the battle and I know it.
If he’s so determined this is happening, maybe I’ll let it. A good hate fuck might be just what I need to sever the lingering ties to my ex. It might be good to remind him of what he has destroyed. And if it gets back toher, it’ll be the cherry on top.
Let her know she’ll never have him the way I did.
The intense chemistry and connection we share will never be broken.
Jase will never love her the way I know he loves me.
He chose me in a way he never chose her.
What good is having a man if he’s forced to be with you?
She might think she’s won, but she’s lost. She will always know he’s unfaithful and that he’s still in love with me. She will always know he’s incapable of loving her.
It doesn’t sound like much fun.
He may no longer be mine, but at least I know what we had was real.
So, I stop fighting, going placid in his arms.
If this is the last time I get to be with him like this, I am not going to deny myself what I need right now.
I will fuck him one last time, and then I’m moving on and shutting him out completely.
His fingers trail up my leg, and he moves my thighs apart while keeping me on my side, rocking his erection against my ass through our clothes. Closing my eyes, I succumb to the myriad of sensations rioting in my body. A whimper escapes my lips when his hand continues its upward trajectory. Brushing his fingers against my lace-covered pussy, he rubs me aggressively through the flimsy material for a couple minutes, rocketing my arousal into the stratosphere.
Cool air wafts over the bare cheeks of my ass when he lifts my dress from behind and pulls my panties down. Shoving them to my knees, he leaves them there, like a restraint, as he repositions my legs so he has access to my weeping cunt. The arm around my waist moves lower, joining his other hand as he parts my pussy lips with his thumbs before driving two fingers inside me.
I can’t see his wicked smile, but I know it’s there as his fingers glide easily through my slick channel. Wrapping my long hair around his fist, he tugs my head back slightly, enough to grant him greater access to my neck. I keep my eyes closed as he peppers kisses along my neck, my collarbone, and the swells of my ample breasts.
If he insists on doing this without looking at me, I’m going to do the same—we can pretend together.
A grunt tumbles free from my lips when he tweaks my nipples through my dress, sending darts of desire shooting to my core. He tugs roughly on the hardened peaks and a pleasurable painful sensation ricochets across my sensitive skin. I’m not even aware I’m rotating my hips and riding his hand until he adds another digit and increases his pace. My climax is already building because Jase is just that good.
Releasing my hair, he continues pumping his fingers in and out of me as his thumb makes circles on my swollen clit, swirling my juices around my tightening bud as I chase a familiar high.
I shriek in surprise when his free hand lands on my bare ass with a sharp slap. My pussy throbs with need, pulsing and gushing as he lands a succession of hard slaps on my ass. I’m not in the least bit surprised when his thumb presses against my puckered hole because Jase is a big fan of anal.
Memories of better times flip through my mind on a loop. Happy times spent with both my guys in bed as we explored and fucked for hours, none of us ever getting enough. Our insatiable fucking never satisfying us for long.
I come apart at the seams, shattering completely the instant he plunges two fingers all the way into my ass. My pussy clenches around his fingers in my cunt while I tighten and pulse around the digits in my ass. I’m a writhing mess of hormones and incoherent mumbles as he works my body like a pro.
I don’t even hear his zipper lowering in my blissed-out drunken state. A scream rips from my mouth when he thrusts his cock in me in one claiming stroke, pushing so far inside it feels like he’s nudging my womb. He’s half draped over my back as he fucks into me, pushing my body farther into the bed with my face mushed against the comforter. The angle is a little awkward, but the constriction of my legs makes him seem fuller and bigger inside me, his thrusting tighter, hotter, and so much more.
