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I snarled, my breath coming out in loud gasps that filled the room.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered.
“No thanks. Would ruin the vibe I’ve got going if I have to look at your face,” I snarled. His fingers curled inside of me, hitting that spot once again that threatened to set my soul on fire.
“Open. Your. Eyes.”
I obeyed this time, unable to miss how magnificent he looked behind me with his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown out in arousal.
“I want your shirt off,” I gasped as an orgasm began to build again.
He smirked like the cocky bastard he was and abruptly pulled out his fingers, licking each one as I watched as if in a trance. Then he whipped off his shirt and threw it haphazardly on the cracked sink in front of us.
“How’s this?” he purred, and I whimpered as I pushed my hips back once again, completely losing all my badassery in the heat of the moment.
All I wanted was to be fucked. By him.
And yes, I was fully aware of how unhealthy that was.
Stellan ripped down my jeans and panties until they were hanging taut around my knees. I tried to kick them lower but his hands gripped my hips, halting any movement. "I want your legs just like this," he said gruffly, and who was I to argue with him?
A bead of sweat slid down my forehead as I watched his hand move across my stomach and my breasts, his arm shifting and flexing as he moved. He reached a hand in between us to free his cock and my whole body tensed in preparation for what was coming.
He didn't ask if I was ready, and he didn't need to. I could feel my arousal dripping down my leg. I was definitely wet enough for what he had planned. Stellan gripped my hair in his fist and pushed me slightly forward before he thrust violently through my folds, bottoming out so deep inside of me that I could feel him pressing against my womb.
I trembled all over and moaned as he drew back slowly, leaving in just the thick head of his cock, before driving back inside of me.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? This is what you needed," he rasped in a tight voice as he began to slam into me, over and over again, stretching me so wide it felt like I was going to split in two.
"You love my cock, don't you? And. I. Love. This. Pussy." He pushed me forward even more until I was leaning over the sink.
His eyes locked with mine in the mirror as he fucked me harder, each long stroke sending tremors shooting across my skin.
I was a mindless animal as I pushed back against him at the same pace, chasing the release building inside of me. Something sparked in his gaze as we watched each other, both practically feral in our movements.
When I’d first met him, I never in a million years would have seen us here, and now that we were, I didn’t see us anywhere else.
His hips slapped against my ass, his heavy sack bouncing against my clit with every hard thrust. I moaned again, not even caring anymore if the store clerk heard and came back here to investigate. I don't think I'd even miss a beat if the door suddenly slammed open and he was standing there.
"I hate you, but I fucking love your cock."
He barked out a harsh laugh as his grip tightened on my hair and on my hip as he battered into me.
"Squeeze my fucking cock," he ordered, and as if he held my pleasure on a string, I was falling, ectsasy tearing through me as my orgasm hit.
"Fucking perfect,” he said, before he pinched my clit, hard. My answering scream only seemed to spur him on further. We were a wet and sloppy mess. The insides of my thighs were slick with our essence. He leaned over me and bit into my neck savagely again, and my breath hitched.
The pain only made everything feel even better.
“My little psychopath,” he purred, before his rhythm began to falter as he came with a growl.
He thrust a few more times before coming to a stop, the silence of the room almost deafening without the echo of our skin slapping together. We stared at each other in the mirror, twin glares written on our faces.
Evidently hate fucking was my thing now.
I waited for the disgust to come, something to tell me how wrong this was.
I could see it in Stellan’s gaze as he came down from the high, that he wasn’t sure how we’d gotten here.
