Page 15 of Hate Me


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“No, you’ll have to show me some time,” Hudson says to me and pulls me to his side with a protective hand around my waist. Finn’s jaw ticks at the display.

“Well, I’ll see you around, Ef, perhaps for another photo session? And it was nice meeting you, Henry.” Finn waves and walks away, my skin still crawling from the interaction.

I consider leaving it be, but then I think about how pleased Finn must be, catching me off guard and calling me out so blatantly. I don’t want the smug bastard thinking he can get away with shit like that.

“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” I stalk after Finn and see him dip into the men’s room. Without hesitation, I follow after him.

Finn’s leaning against the sink counter, chewing on a toothpick, as if he was waiting for me. Like I said,smug bastard.I turn the lock shut with a click.

“You lost, princess?”

Finn

1It takes an ungodly amount of control to remain relaxed against the counter when she storms into the bathroom, cheeks flushed and angry, breasts rising and falling dramatically pushed up in her corset dress. The sound of the door locking makes my cock jump.

“You lost, princess?”

“You can’t do this.”

“Do what?” The irritation in her gaze is like a shot of the strongest scotch.

“You can’t—” I kick off the counter and clamp my hand around her jaw, effectively cutting her off.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Her pupils blow wide, but she bites her lip defiantly. “Icanand will do whatever I damn well please. And no one, especially not the Lucianowhoreis going to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

I push her back against the door, sliding my hand lower on her neck so I can feel her pulse thumping. I snatch up her left wrist and look at her bare hand. “No ring, hmm?”

“It’s getting resized.” I can tell she’s lying through her teeth. She yanks her hand away. “And don’t call me a whore.”

“Do you prefer plaything—”

My head snaps to the side, my cheek burning but my cock throbbing. She slapped me.

She fucking slapped me.

I trace my lip with my tongue, licking up the blood from a small split. I laugh darkly. “I know you like it rough, baby, but you only had to ask.”

“I don’t wantanythingfrom you, Finn.” Her eyes are wild, like she can’t decide if she’s scared or turned on. I hope she’s both.

“Really?” I tighten my grip on her throat and lower my other hand to her bare thigh through the slit in her dress. “So, I won’t find your panties soaked from me watching you all night?” I slide my hand higher, feeling the heat from her cunt and her body tense the closer I get.

She sucks in a sharp breath as I brush the edge of her panties. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, and I wonder why she isn’t pushing back more. I trail the tip of my tongue up her cheek to whisper in her ear. “I know it didn’t work out too well for you last time, but you’re not even gonna try to fight back this time?”

“Go ahead…” She shimmies out of her thong, stepping out of it and stuffing the soaked material into my jacket pocket. “...Feel how wet I get for myfiancé.”

I resist the urge to turn her around and fuck that lie right out of her. I decide to play her game.

I’ll let her run her mouth.

Right up until I make her scream my name.

“That so, huh?” I graze my fingertips up and down her slit and—Christ, is she wet.“So what did Harvard do to get you dripping like this?” She bites her lip as I part her folds and swirl her wetness over her clit.

“Finger fucked me under the table,” she breathes as I apply more pressure to her swollen bud.

“At dinner with all those people? You dirty girl.” I swipe my fingers lower and press against her entrance. She bites her lip and nods, but that isn’t good enough for me. “What did he do, princess? Tell me.”

“He slid his hand up my thigh, pulled my panties to the side and sunk two thick fingers into my pussy—” She gasps as I thrust two of my own fingers into her.

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