Page 61 of Hate Like Ours

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“Wha-what are you doing?” I question in a shaky voice.

“Shut the fuck up! Now tell me why the fuck you were with that asshole today!” he snaps.

“Wh-who?” I stutter.

Instead of answering, he pulls his phone out and shows me the video of Trent dumping the soda over my head and then a second later Aiden is on the screen. We look close because I was helping him with his hand, but the video doesn’t catch that. It just looks like we’re cozy.

“Why the fuck were you with him?” he seethes and his voice is so angry that I’m literally scared for my life right now.

“He was helping me,” I mutter.

“Now you wouldn’t be that close to someone else if you had stayed your ass home, now would you?”

“I wasn’t aware I needed fucking permission, asshole! Who the fuck are you anyway? It’s not like we’re together. I don’t need to ask or tell you where the fuck I’m going or when I’m going somewhere!” I snap at him.

“Did you fucking forget the part where I said that you answer to me now?” he snaps.

“No, I don’t fucking remember since I’m not your property! I’m just the fucking whore that you keep calling me. By fucking definition, I should be able to go out a fuck whoever the hell I want!” I scream. I don’t want him thinking that he can tell me what to do while treating me like I’m trash.

Instead of answering, he brings the knife down to my pussy. He uses the other hand to open my lips and then he slices just inside the lips on each side. I scream bloody murder at the pain he’s inflicting.

“Ahhhh!!! What the fuck are you doing?” I scream as tears fall down my cheeks. I try to kick my legs and get away from him but he holds me down.

“Oh, I’m just making sure that your pussy is wet for my cock,” he says, smirking at me.

“Are you a fucking sadist or something?” I cry out as the pain of his cut consumes me. What the fuck is this asshole on?

“Ahhh, look at this pussy dripping blood and getting all nice and wet for me,” he says. He takes the hilt of the knife and pushes it into me. He thrusts it in and out a few times while I try to wiggle away from him.

“Stop it!” I scream, but he doesn’t listen to me. He keeps thrusting the handle of the knife in and out.

“Mmm, your blood definitely works as good as lube,” he tells me while smirking. I can’t believe this asshole is fucking me with a knife. I guess I should be glad that he isn’t deranged and is fucking me with the blade instead. He pulls the hilt out of my pussy and then brings it up to his mouth. He licks my juices and blood off the handle. I’m ashamed to say that watching him lick my blood is a fucking turn on. “Tastes good for a whore.”

I instantly want to smack him in the head. I don’t get a chance to say anything. He scoops up some of my bloody juices straight from my pussy and spreads it around the head of his cock and then along the length of it before he crawls between my legs and slams his cock into me with full force.

A guttural and pain-filled scream rips out of me. I try to get away from him but he clamps his hand down on my waist, keeping me in place as he hammers in and out of my sore and bruised pussy.

“You’re a fucking rapist!” I scream at him.

“Don’t care. Besides, I know you fucking want this. Your pussy is fucking creaming on my cock,” he growls as he keeps thrusting inside me.

“No, it’s not, dickhead! You’re fucking delusional,” I snap.

“If you don’t like it, then why is your pussy strangling my cock so hard, bitch?” he asks.

I realize that my pussy is clenching around him and now I’m mortified and embarrassed at my own unconscious actions.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” I snap at him.

“It means you fucking love everything I do to this slutty pussy of yours. You act like you don’t, but deep down, you’re a depraved pain slut,” he says, smirking at me. “You haven’t really been fighting me off. You’ve just been making a half-assed attempt so in your mind you can say that you tried. But we both know better, don’t we?”

Huh? Are his words true? I don’t think so, but then again, I’ve never thought about that before. I mean, I do cut myself because I like the feel of the pain, so what does that say about me?

“Th-that’s not true!” I cry out just as my orgasm hits and I scream from the pleasure of it. It was a totally unexpected orgasm and now I’m ashamed. Obviously he felt it too.

“Tell me again it isn’t true when you just flooded my cock.” He smirks. He starts to move his hips faster, pumping into me in a steady rhythm. A few thrusts later and he’s unloading his seed into me. He fills my pussy up with so much cum that I can feel it dripping out of me already.

He pulls out and sits back on his knees. I see his cock is covered in my blood and our combined juices. He bends down between my legs that are still spread wide open and then his mouth is on my pussy.

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