“I hate you,” she says, looking back up into my face.
“You already said that,” I reply darkly, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. I’m ready to go in for the kill.
She tries to look away from me, but I move my head so I’m still in her line of sight. This moment is everything. It’s honesty and truth. It’s good and pure, as much as it is pure fucking torture. Feeling her want me like this while knowing she hates me is drenching my soul and burning it up like it’s enflamed. Like it’s soaked in acid and withering away. She’s a target, a task, a mountain I’m going to have great satisfaction in conquering. Repeatedly. Until I’m done with her.
I want to know what she tastes like. Will she be as sweet as she smells? I want to know what she feels like. Will she be the challenge I’ve always desired—or will she bend to me as I wrap my body around hers?
Claiming her.
Owning her.
Fucking her.
“I can’t do this,” she whimpers. “Not with you.” She shakes her head and pushes at me. It’s now or never.
“Patience.”
She stills when I say her name.
“You can hate me all you want, that’s okay, I’d hate me too, but I’m going to kiss you now, and you’re going to kiss me back.”
She gasps, but doesn’t move, and I know I have her.
“Then I’m going to take you upstairs, and I’m going to undress you slowly. Then I’m going to fuck you relentlessly, until you come so hard, it makes your legs tremble and your knees buckle. It’s what’s going to happen, so let’s not fight it. Life’s too fucking short to fight something that feels this good.”
She stares at me, pouring her hate and anger and desire into my soul, but my soul is already as black as they come, so I don’t care. I reach up, threading my hands through her long, dark hair, and claim her mouth with mine, kissing her hard and soft and everything in between, until we’re both breathless and needy and clinging to each other.
It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
And yet, it’s just like I remember kissing her when we were kids. Only now, it’s better—it’s so muchmore. The pull’sstronger, the desiredeeper, the need almost fucking desperate between us.
She may be a task, but there’s no denying the way my body comes to life at the feel of her pressed against me.
I steal my kisses from her, until her body becomes weak and pliable in my arms and she gives in, kissing me back with everything she has. Her arms wrap around me, and her body molds to mine, her soft curves pushed against my hard muscles.
We were just kids the first time we kissed, but we’re not kids anymore. And I’m more than ready to show her the man that I’ve become.
Hate.
Anger.
Rage.
Revenge.
Spite.
Loathing.
Contempt.
I feel none of these things as I strip Patience of her dress. The only thing I think about is what she’ll feel like wrapped around my cock. I grip the zipper on her dress and pull it down, parting the soft material until I can see her bare back. I scoop her hair up and place it to one side as I lean in to kiss the soft skin at the base of her neck. My nose skims past her ear and down her neck, and her skin pebbles beneath my touch, goosebumps breaking out.
It should be quick and easy to do this—to fuck her and walk away—but I’m going to make sure she has good memories of tonight. Memories that will last her a lifetime, because she’ll need them when she eventually has to marry some rich asshole who doesn’t know how to please a woman. Tonight is all about her pleasure and showing her how good things can be with the right man, and I’m going to take full advantage of her body. I’ll brand her with my cock so she never forgets me.
“I want you to listen to me, and do exactly as I say. Okay?” I murmur in her ear, the base of my voice vibrating against the sensitive flesh at her neck.
She turns her head to my voice, her eyes catching mine for an instant. I let her dress fall to the floor at her feet, and her body tenses at its nakedness. I spin her slowly toward me, my dick straining in my suit pants.
