Page 48 of Hate Like Ours

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“Answer the fucking question before I tear you apart!” he snaps. I try to get him off me again but the big oaf doesn’t even budge. “Fuck yeah, my little fucktoy! You’re making my cock rock hard for this fat pussy,” he growls in my ear, and his words cause a shiver to run down my back.

“You’re sick!” I yell at him but the words don’t have any bite to them. Because if he’s sick, then I am too.

“Don’t act like you don’t fucking love it when I treat you like my little slut or when I’m face fucking you. Tell me why is that? If I’m sick, then you’re just as bad as I am. Know matter how much you try to put on that good girl act, you’re always dripping for me whenever I touch you.” He sneers his words at me, and I stay quiet. What the hell can I say to that?

Without warning, he places his hand over my nose and mouth and he lifts my head backward. He puts his mouth on my neck and bites. I scream but it’s muffled by his hand. Shit! This is definitely going to leave a mark.

“Answer my fucking question!” he snaps and then moves his hand away.

“Yes! Yes, I fucking knew!” I scream at him.

“How long have you known?”

“Since Friday,” I grumble.

“Get the fuck up. Tonight, I’m taking this pussy. For now, it’s mine,” he growls out.

I realize he’s been pissed the whole time he’s been here and now I know why. It’s because he finally got the news. Shit. This won’t be good for me.

“What’s yours? What the hell are you even talking about? I’m not yours!” I sputter.

“Are you forgetting the part where I made you into my slave? Because I haven’t, and you will do as you’re told. Otherwise, that video of you sucking my cock like it was your last meal will go public. Try me bitch!” he snarls with venom in his voice. It’s a wonder it isn’t killing him from the inside out with how toxic he is.

He gets to his feet a second later. As soon as I’m on mine, I make a run for it again. I don’t know where the hell I’m going with only panties on, but I need to get away from him. I don’t want him to find out my secret.Oh you know, the one where I’m still a freaking virgin.

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. He anticipates my move and grabs me by the back of the neck before slamming me against the wall, turning me in the process so that I’m facing him. He moves in closer and puts his hand around my throat. He’s so close that I can feel his breath on mine and his hard cock between us.

“Don’t make me have to remind you who is really running the show here tonight. If you don’t do as you’re told from here on out, I’ll fuck you up more than I intended to,” he grinds out right in my face.

“What the fuck do you want and why are you here? It’s not like I can fucking change our parents’ minds, asshole!” I shout at him. I’m so frustrated right now.

“Oh, you have no fucking clue, do you?” He snickers ominously.

“Clue about what?” I question, but he just laughs in my face.

“I’ll leave that for you to find out on your own. But in the meantime, I think you’re forgetting that you’re in my town and I rule everything here,” he tells me, as he starts to trail his hand down my neck. When he gets to my breasts, he squeezes one of them so hard I let out a scream from the pain.

I close my eyes, not wanting to witness what he’s doing to me. I don’t want to admit it to him or myself that I like it. He starts to move his hand lower but I grab it to stop his movements. He’s stronger than I am and his hand keeps going lower. He stops on my stomach and I can feel his stare on me a second later. I know what he’s seeing even though I can’t see his expression.

“What’s this?” he questions as his finger brushes the scar on my stomach. My eyes snap open at his continued touch there.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it, especially not with you of all people,” I snap. He clenches his jaw at my refusal to give him a part of me. But truthfully, he already has parts of me. He just doesn’t know it.

“You’re going to tell me someday.” He smirks.

“No, because you don’t rule me, asshole!”

“No, but I already own your body. I’m about to own your pussy and soon I’ll own your mind as well,” he says with a smirk on his devilishly handsome face. “Tell me, are you already wet for me?”


“So if I touch this cunt, it won’t be flowing with juice? Just primed and ready for my cock to slip inside?” he says, and his words are doing just that. Fucking hell, he has a filthy mouth on him.

“Such a little liar,” he whispers as his hand finally reach into my panties. His fingers touch my clit and my body jolts with the contact. He moves his fingers until he’s right between my pussy lips. He rubs along the length of my wet slit before he pushes his finger inside me. A whimper escapes me with how good it feels and I’m not fast enough to keep it in.

“Tsk, tsk, just another slut, aren’t you?” he whispers.

“If I am, then why the hell are you here? I didn’t ask you to come over here, dickhead!” I snap at him.

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