Page 77 of Fueled Hate

“Opposites really do attract.” I giggle, watching as Bryce continues executing whatever dance move that is.

“Nah, she’s right up his alley. Anything to create a spectacle.”

“I wasn’t talking about her; I mean the two of you. He’s so entertaining and exuberant, you’re so intense and sullen. He’s definitely the fun one.” I point between them for their corresponding words. “Silly. Serious. Sweet. Sour.”

Shifting me to his side, Dylan doesn’t look bothered with his assigned terms as he steps in front of me with a mischievous grin on his face. He walks me two steps backwards until my shoulders are firmly against the wall. He reaches for my left hand, brings it to his mouth, feathers a tender kiss across my knuckles then lifts my wrist up above my head, pinning me against the wall. Taking my right hand in his, he raises my hand to his mouth and his tongue eagerly licks the inside of my wrist before his teeth playfully nip at my skin. His captivating gaze holds me in place as he brings my right arm up, pinning it with my left as he leans forward. “I can be both.”

There is no calming the yearning consuming me as Dylan ravishes my mouth with his before shifting back, playfully nipping at my neck as I deeply inhale, but it’s not enough. I don’t want to take in anything but him, all of him. “Is the party over yet?”

“It’ll never be over.” His throaty voice vibrates against my neck as he releases my hands from the wall above my head. Clasping my hand in his, he leads me through the downstairs area and up the staircase. It doesn’t take me any time to figure out where we’re heading, or rather why we’re heading away from the party in progress. Anticipation drums through my stomach and up into my chest as my heart races.

After trying a few locked doors, Dylan finally pushes the door to a small room open, and we step inside. His eyes hold me captive as he turns the lock on the door then rushes forward, his hand moving up my thigh before gripping my ass.

“Do you know how crazy this fucking dress is making me?” His palms smooth over my spandex boyshorts as his mouth drops to my shoulder. “How maddening a fucking pair of shorts and T-shirt are? It doesn’t matter what’s covering your body, I want to bury myself in you.”

“I don’t get it.” It’s not until he halts, shifting back to look at me that I realize I’ve said the thought aloud. But I really don’t get it. How can he desire me so much, even when I’m dressed in a dingy T-shirt and shorts with my hair looking like a hot mess?

“What is so difficult for you to understand?”

Looking down, I break the probing eye contact he had fixed me with, but Dylan won’t let me off the hook that easy. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifts my head until my eyes go back to his.

“You’re magnificent. Your body, your mind, your soul—all of it. Why don’t you see it? Why would you let him decide your worth?”

“Stop saying things like that.” Because I want Dylan’s words to replace Kyle’s, but Dylan’s also scare me more because they mean everything to me.

“Stop letting him control your thoughts.” Dylan leans forward, gently kissing me. “Hear me. Feel me. Trust me.”

“I want to,” I whisper against this mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands cup my ass, lifting me as he walks across the room before setting me on a wooden desk. His fingers grip the bottom of my dress, quickly tugging it over my head and dropping it at his feet. He leans forward, kissing the swell of my breast as he unhooks my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor beside my dress. His tongue strokes my nipple, and my back arches, thrusting my chest against his mouth. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my boyshorts, he pulls them off, dragging them down my legs before they fall to the floor, leaving me completely bare in front of him in the unfamiliar room. A shiver flows through me.

He yanks his shirt off, dropping it on top of our other discarded clothing, then unbuttons his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down. Gripping the back of the wooden chair, he pulls it out and sits down. His hooded eyes watch me, and my hands instinctively cover my body as my legs clutch together.

“Trust me, Sadie. You’re safe with me.” His smooth voice allows me to relax a little as Dylan caresses his palms up each of my thighs, gradually spreading my legs. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” Why does that request cause heat to flood my cheeks when I’m already sprawled out in front of him?

“Your body is beautiful, sexy, and magnificent. It’s yours to explore, experience, and enjoy, and I want to watch you do so.”

An exciting but nervous thrill fills my core, and I trust him, so I slowly rub my hand down my stomach, my fingers moving between my thighs.

Dylan’s grip tightens on my thigh as his lust-filled eyes take in my every move. The way his eyes darken fuel my desire. As my finger slides inside me, my thighs tense beneath his strong grip.

“Good girl.” His rough-throated encouragement tells me exactly how much he’s enjoying the show. With Dylan making me feel so aroused, I’m enjoying the sensation of my fingers discovering and stroking every place that increases my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to fulfillment. My other hand reflexively cups my breast, my hips rotating as my fingers rub my clit.

“You’re so intoxicatingly sexy, Sadie.” His raspy tone drives me insane. I want to feel him.

I continue rubbing myself, picking up the pace. My hand abandons my breast and I reach for his strong fingers, removing them from my thigh. I bring his hand to my chest where his fingers replace mine, squeezing me with the perfect pressure. His other hand drops to his hard cock, and he does a slow, tight stroke down his length.

My head falls back as my eyes close, enjoying his caressing touch as I pleasure myself.

“Tell me what you see, what you’re thinking about,” he rasps.

Keeping my eyes closed, I respond. “You. How good you felt inside me.” My breath hitches, and his strong hand drops from my chest, skimming down my body before his fingers dig into my side, gripping my hip as he holds tight. The memories of us together last night, the recall of how perfect he felt inside me is driving me closer to the edge. When I open my eyes and see him, the desire, the craving, the need he has for me as he tightly strokes his dick pushes me over the cliff. An orgasm rips through my body as I shudder with release.

I open my eyes to see him gazing at me with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Fuck, that was amazing to watch.” He grips my legs, guiding me off the desk. Remaining seated in the chair, he gradually lowers me onto his lap.

Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around his dick as I roll my hips forward, taking him inside me. Crashing my mouth to his, I fervently kiss him as I ride him. He’s all I can feel. He’s all I want to feel as I moan his name, rocking against him as he moves inside me.