Page 44 of Fueled Hate

Standing from the couch, she moves to walk away, but I can’t let her off that easy. I’m enjoying pissing her off too much.

Reaching over, I grab her hand and pull her towards me. Stumbling a bit, her hands shoot out reflexively and land against my bare chest before gripping my shoulders. I grab her hips, positioning her to straddle my lap. “You don’t have to fight it. All you have to do is say it. Tell me you want my dick inside you as much as I want to bury it in your pussy.” Moving one hand under her T-shirt, I rub up the smooth skin of her back as the other threads in her hair. Holding her to me, it’s not lost on me that she’s not fighting but remaining still, though her eyes bore into mine. “Let me show you how good you should feel, how you should be explored, devoured, and savored.”

Her fingers dig into my skin, elevating my need to have her, every part of her. Something that she hasn’t given anyone else.

“You just want to make me suffer. It’s not worth the pain that will follow.”

Her words gut me. My fingers tighten in her hair before releasing and pushing her to the side. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re not worth the pain.”

The hurt expression on her face should make me stop, but I can’t. I don’t know if I’m angry with her for making me weak or myself for allowing her the power to do so. I’ll only inflict misery on her—even if she lets me in—so, why can’t I back off? She is the key to getting the information I need to find out who’s responsible for what happened to my brother, but there has to be another way. One that doesn’t involve the unattainable vixen that has my balls in her vice grip without even realizing it.

“Then why are you here? Since I’m not worth it, you should go. Leave me alone.”

“It’s not about you.” Or it shouldn’t be anyway. But the longer I’m around her, the deeper I’m sinking, and I’m not sure I could walk away even if I tried.

“Of course, it’s not. I’m sure your precious ego couldn’t take the focus being on someone else.”

“Pretty much,” I agree because telling her my focus should be on Noah would give away too much. I’m not ready to reveal my hand just yet, not until I know her trust doesn’t lie with Kyle. “Let’s take my car for the town tour.”

“You’ve already seen it. There’s not much here. Driving to my dad’s shop covers the main part of town.”

“There has to be more.”

“Nope,” she says, walking to the kitchen.

Standing from the couch, I yank my shirt over my head then grab my bag. “I’m sure we’ll find something more entertaining than fucking on your couch. Let’s go.”

She recoils, tensely moving further away as she walks around the kitchen before turning to face me. “I’ll meet you outside in a minute.” She hurries down the hallway, fleeing into the bathroom where she slams the door behind her. It’s a great visual of how she shuts me out time and time again. Luckily, she possesses the willpower I can’t seem to find, because I know once I get a real taste of her, it’ll never be enough—leaving me wanting, needing, craving more. And I’d gladly accept every morsel she’d be willing to give me.

25

Sadie

Folding my arms across my chest, I stare out the window as the familiar scenery of Main Street passes by.

“Where to?” Dylan says, his voice sounds about as thrilled as I feel to be in the car with him.

“Don’t care.”

“You should.”

“Why? It’s not like I have any control when it comes to your schemes. Hostages don’t have a say-so in their sentence.”

“You’re not my hostage.”

“Yes. I am.”

“No. You’re not here against your will.”

“Then what the fuck do you call it?”

“You have a choice. You can end this right now if you’d like. That is your decision. What you are not free from is the consequences of your choice, but you can leave anytime you please.”

“Wow. What great logic you have there. But you’re correct. You did give me a choice between two really shitty options. So very kind of you, jackass.”

His jaw clenches as he stares ahead, avoiding my gaze. The arrogant cockiness is gone, replaced by a moody jerk ever since I’d rejected his lethal invitation of screwing in the living room. I can’t deny the physical attraction to him, but as soon as he opens his mouth, it evaporates. He always says something to remind me of how vile he is and how much he plans to make me suffer. I just don’t understand why it has to be me. Maybe if I’m a pain in the ass he’ll back off.

“Where do you want to go, Sadie?”