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First published April 25, 2017
She wanted a hate fuck? He was ready to deliver.
You know, I've heard you can't really kill someone with a look. But good on you for continuing to test the theory."
The best part will be when I'm deep inside you and you're riding your edge, begging for this guy you hate to give you exactly what you need, to drive you so out of your mind that you have no choice but to forget everything except the way I'm fucking you and how good it feels and how much you want it.
This isn't therapy mode. This is me being a reasonable dominant and a human being."
"I'm not submissive."
"Yeah, I got that."
"And if you ask me to call you sir, I will fucking punch you."
Are you feeling tempted to beg? Because, boy, would that be a feather in my cap."
"Already doing that. Effectively, based on the look on your face."
What are you doing to me?"
"They don't feel bad," she said softly.
“Give me a safe word, McCray,” he said, his voice low and serious against her ear. “Because I’m about to give you what I know you want, but I’m not gonna do it without one of those. Your attitude’s got me wanting to do bad things to you.”
“You can’t escape me, Elle. Even if you make me leave, I’ve already got you.”
Love didn’t fix everything. That was a lie the world sold in movie theaters and in books with pretty covers.
His eyes softened and he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Ready to be my princess, doc?”
“No.” Her lips curved.
“I’m the queen. I’m always the queen.”
“Truth is, you don’t see me at all, doc. You don’t try to see. Not me or anyone else at this party.”
“Let’s see if you taste as bitter as your attitude.”
“The words were digging into him, one by one, sharp little needles, stabs of truth.”