Page 66 of Hate It with You

I place a hand on his chest, not yet ready to face what he’s trying to tell me with his body language. I decide to go back to what’s familiar and what I’m equipped to handle.

“Fuck me like you did before.” I look up at him through my lashes, hoping he understands what I’m asking.

His jaw ticks as he stares down at me. “Like I did before?” His tone is sharp, pointed, like he’s holding back his frustration.

I nod. “Rough and animalistic? That’s what I came here for.”

His eyebrows twitch together for a second, his lips forming a straight line, before a darkness takes over his presence. His eyes turn so black, there’s no hint of blue left.

His right hand weaves through the back of my hair, yanking my head back as his left hand skates up my throat. The tattoo placed there decorates me so perfectly, as a necklace would.

He leans down, whispering in my ear as his hand lightly squeezes my throat. “Fine, Beth. You want rough? I’ll give you rough.”

He moves quickly, both of his hands grabbing beneath my ass, lifting me into his arms until my legs wrap around his waist. I’m quick to lose my zip-up hoodie, my body begging to be closer to his. His mouth goes straight to my neck, nipping and licking until he sets me down on the kitchen counter.

Pushing the books aside, he places a hand on the center of my chest, pushing until I’m lying on the counter. My spine cools as each vertebra hits the hard granite, my legs hanging off the edge.

His hands grasp the waistband of my leggings, and he pulls forcefully as he rips them off me, leaving me in only his T-shirt.

He wastes no time, kneeling so his lips are lined up with my center. One lick and my back is arching off the counter. My body missed him more than I realized.

He wraps his arm around my thigh, his fingers digging deep into my muscles, hard enough to leave bruises. The pain turns into pleasure when he licks my core again, flooding my lower stomach with heat.

I prop myself up on my elbow, running a hand through his hair. He looks up at me through his glasses, refusing to give me anything more than a few licks through my center.

“Alex, please, I need more.” I shamelessly beg.

With another hand gripping my hip, he bites my inner thigh, licking and kissing the pain after. The sensations cause another wave to rush through me as I’m brought so close to the edge, yet Alex refuses to give me enough to send me over.

He’s refusing to touch me, keeping his hands firmly placed on my hip and thigh, never giving me enough with his mouth. My core throbs with need as I watch him tease me, over and over again.

“Alex,” I warn through gritted teeth.

The smile he gives me in response is so devilish, it’s devastating.

He finally gives me what I need, all at once. Two fingers plunge into me at the same time as his mouth moves to suck on my clit. His movements are punishing, leaving no question in my mind that he’s frustrated with me.

“Fuck, Alex.” Within seconds, he has me screaming his name, bringing me so close to the edge only to stop seconds before an orgasm takes over.

“Let me come already, asshole.” My voice comes out frustrated, riding the edge of my orgasm, unable to finish due to his incessant teasing.

He pulls back, and a smacking sound flows through the air when his firm hand hits my clit. He stands tall, wasting no time to grab me by the neck and haul me into a sitting position. Even like this, he still towers over me.

“You’ll come when I want you to come.” His voice is deep, the words said against my mouth as my lips ache to touch his. He pulls back before they reach their destination.

“Follow me,” he says before walking away, leaving me sitting on the counter. I watch his back sway as he makes his way toward his bedroom.

I hop down from the counter, heat coursing through my body. My looming orgasm fills my body with an itching sensation, begging for me to follow him.

I hesitate.

I’ve never had a problem with sex in a bedroom before, but with Alex, something about this feels more intimate than he’s willing to let on. I know the game he’s playing.

He won’t quit until each and every one of my walls is torn down. I refuse to be that easy. Though the need coursing through my veins takes over all sense. I could as easily walk out the front door as I could walk through his bedroom door, both an equal distance from where I’m standing.

There’s no reason I can’t keep my walls up and still fuck Alex in his bedroom. I may have feelings for him, but those feelings are at war with the fact that I can’t put him in danger. I can’t risk Frank getting to him. This needs to just be sex between us. It doesn’t matter how we feel. This can’t go further than a physical connection.

For his safety and my heart’s protection.