Page 38 of Hate On

It was to use her perfect fucking body.

To break her.

Like she’d done to him.

She stared up at him, bare, vulnerable. She was filled with lust, but there was a bit of something else in her gaze.

Fear.

Good.

She fucking should be afraid.

Her breath hitched as he grazed callused palms up the sides of her legs. Stopping at her waist, he turned her onto her stomach and raised her ass high into air. Yes, he fucking wanted her, but he was done staring at that face, and those lips that spun lies with such ease.

"Roman," she whispered his name on a breath.

Undoing his belt buckle, he unbuttoned the waistband, lowered his zipper, and found the strip of three condoms in the pocket of his slacks. He planned on using these up on her tonight.

I'll fuck her.

Then I'll do it again, and once more to make her raw before I send her on her way.

He wanted her to remember what it felt like to be owned one minute and discarded the next.

Desired then tossed away.

Trusted then betrayed.

She needed to feel it.

He released his raging erection and gave it a tug. He was almost angry at the sight of a bead of precum at the tip, because it was for her. He silently told himself that he might have been hard as fuck for her, but she didn’t own him. Not after what she’d done. He rolled a condom on, and with a feather light touch, slid a hand across her stomach and down between the tops of her thighs. Cupping her mound, he was rough and abrupt when he curved two thick fingers between her hot folds.

With a hiss of a sigh, she pressed her backside onto his groin. Her tight walls rode his fingers, sucking them into her while grinding her ass against his swollen, rigid cock.

She wanted more.

Needed it.

And fuck, she would get it like an animal needing to scratch an itch. But it wouldn't mean a thing. Not like it could have.

He palmed her ass cheek and spread them apart, positioning the tip at her slick, glistening center. He dragged his length along her folds, teasing her, extending her anticipation, driving her need so high that she begged for it.

"Please," she hummed.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please fuck me, Roman... I need you... Don't make me wait."

He smiled a little, knowing that he had her where he wanted her.

She needs me.

But I'm done needing her.

This is just damn good sex now that she shredded me.

She just doesn't know it yet.