Page 112 of Hate Like Ours

Font Size:  

“You could’ve told me any time before the wedding,” I accuse.

“I didn’t know before, baby. Jonathan sprang it on me on our wedding day as a surprise!” she gushes, and I feel a pit of despair take over me. I realize that it’ll just be Knox and me in this house alone, for however long they decide to stay away.

“Well then have fun and I’ll see you when you get back,” I tell her, trying to sound happy for her but it’s a chore to do so. We chat for a few more minutes before we hang up. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. I begin to claw at my throat because it’s closing on me.

“Breathe!” I hear Knox say as he rushes into my room. He gets down on his knees beside me, grabs me by the face, and makes me look at him. My eyes can barely focus on him as I try to breathe.

“Go away! Haven’t you done enough already?” I say, gasping and slurring my words. All I want is to be left alone for the time being. The thought of him being able to do whatever he wants to me since our parents are gone causes me to panic.

“Are you fucking high again?” he snaps at me. His face is filled with anger as he stares down at me.

“What? I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I grumble at him. “If I was, then I don’t see how that’s any of your business! Isn’t that what you want? To see me break and beg at your feet for mercy because you’re a sadistic bastard like that!”

“Don’t act like you don’t love being on your fucking knees for me, worshipping me and my cock like we’re your god. That’s when your pussy is the wettest, isn’t it?” he growls at me.

I look away in shame because fucking hell, the bastard is right.

“Fuck off!” I mutter.

“Why, because you can’t stand the truth in my words, baby?” he questions, and like the traitor my body is, it responds to him calling me baby. It sounds nice coming from his lips and I hate to admit that even to myself.

He gets to his feet quickly and walks straight into my bathroom. I scramble up to my feet and follow him just in time to see him tearing my bathroom apart.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yell at him.

“Saving you from yourself,” he grunts. “The doctor said no more fucking pills and you’re still taking them! Are you trying to kill yourself?”

“I don’t need saving, dickhead! At least not from you! Isn’t that what you said you wanted?” I scream at him.

He turns around and pins me against the wall with an angry expression on his face. He’s not hurting me though. He’s just using his body to keep me in place with his hand around my throat.

“Clearly I do need to save you or you wouldn’t be high again right now! Tell me who do you want to save you, baby? You want that asshole Aiden to save you or better yet, one of the Venom Brothers, or do you want all three of them?” he growls in my face.

“And what if I do? I don’t see how that’s any of your business!” I snap. His hand snakes down my thighs until he’s cupping my pussy.

“It’s my business because this pussy, ass, and mouth belong to me. Or did you forget?” he says softly right in front of my face. I can feel his breath on my skin as I take it in.

“You hate me, so why would I want to belong to you?” I question.

“Maybe I don’t hate you anymore. Does this feel like hate?” he asks, as he grinds his hips into my pelvis. I instantly feel the hard bulge of his rock-hard cock against me, and I want nothing more than to feel his cock inside me again. I let out a groan. “Make no mistake, things have changed. I may have wanted you to die in the beginning, but everything has changed now. Baby, you aren’t ready for me.”

“Oh, tell me all the pretty lies because that’s all your words are, aren’t they?” I groan when he slips two fingers inside my pussy and starts to pump them in and out of me. I’m soaked and I can hear the sloshing sounds my pussy is making. I scream as my orgasm crashes into me and I’m coming on his fingers.

“Tell me you aren’t mine again, with the way you come on my fingers like my pretty little whore,” he growls as he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean of my juices. My entire body ignites with lust as I watch his actions.

“I hate you,” I whisper, the words having no bite to them.

“You wish you did but you don’t. You were made for me and I realize that. Now tell me, do you want to get fucked against this wall like my pretty little slut?” I shake my head, not wanting to answer him but he’s not having any of that. “Answer my question, babe, or you’re not getting any of this dick.” He smirks.

“Yes! I want you to fuck me like you own me, you bastard!” I snap.

“There’s nolikebecause I already own every motherfucking inch of you!” he growls as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. He moves my panties to the side and then he’s slamming his thick cock into my pussy with the force of a starving man.

He immediately begins to slam his hips in and out of me. I can’t help but scream at the way he’s fucking me and all the pleasure that is coursing through my body. I scratch and claw at him and he responds by sucking my neck hard. I wish I could take all of my hate out on him, but I don’t want to hurt him even though he deserves it.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!” I scream at him and he speeds up.

“Yeah, you like me fucking this pussy, baby? You like it when my cock fills you up so good, don’t you?”