Like You Hate Me (Hawthorne University #1)

by Bethany Winters

“Jesus, the way you look at him…” Frankie mutters. “I wish someone would look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like they wanna fight me and fuck me at the same time.”

“Oh my God,” he chokes out. “Shit, Nate.” “I know,” I say softly, watching his body move as he grinds his ass up, fucking me back. “Fuck. Keep going just like that. You look so hot like this, baby.”

If I find out he’s been sneaking out of my house to fuck someone else, I’m gonna choke him until he pukes.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”

I don’t even realize I’m about to punch him until it’s already happening, until I’m on top of him with one hand holding him down by his chest and the other slamming into his face. My blood runs hot through my veins as I hit him again, saying goodbye to what little self-control I had left. I hate him. I hate his cocky, no-fucks-to-give attitude and his big mouth. I hate the fact that he can never keep it shut and just do what I tell him to do. Most of all though, I hate that he’s right.

I press my lips to Xavi’s neck, catching his head in my hand when it almost falls off my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

“Are you afraid of me?” “No,” I deny, and he raises a brow at my too quick answer. “Okay, maybe a little bit, yeah,” I admit. He laughs like I’m ridiculous and lifts up to look at me properly. “Are you for real?” he asks, his laughter dying on his lips when he realizes I’m not playing. “You never used to be,” he says quietly, his eyebrows creasing as he runs his thumb over my jaw. “You used to run circles around me, remember? It didn’t matter what I said or did to you, you’d just laugh and tell me to go fuck myself. You drove me crazy.”

“What are you doing?” I complain, rolling my head back on his shoulder to look at him. “Edging you,” he answers, smirking when he catches the look on my face. “You like it?” “I hate it.” I’m such a goddamn liar. I love that he’s playing with me like this, dragging it out like he’s just as desperate as I am to make it last.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. “I hate you,” I grit out. “I hate you so fucking much.” “I know, baby,” he whispers, and I whine pathetically.

“You think I won’t do it?” I cock my head at him, forcing that bratty little grin I know he hates so much. He doesn’t even blink, so I decide to push him, bending over to pick my clothes up off the floor. “Watch me. Maybe one of the boys will see me like this and let me sleep in their bed.” His face falls, and I push up on my tiptoes to kiss his mouth, my small victory almost as sweet as the taste of our cum on his lips. “Xavi,” he warns, but I’m already leaving. “Later, asshole.”

I asked for this. I deserve this. Aching all over, I crawl into bed, pull the blanket up over my head, and silently cry myself to sleep, just like I do every time he fucks me.

Fuck. He did not just do that. This motherfucker seriously just picked me up and yeeted me into the motherfucking sea!

“Take all your clothes off,” he says, crossing his arms over his body to peel off his wet hoodie and shirt. “I’ll make sure no one sees you.” “I don’t care if anyone sees my naked ass, Nate.” “Maybe not, but I do,” he stresses, and I pause.

He kisses me first, but I kiss him harder,

I licked it so it’s mine. Smiling a little, I toss the picture back into the box and gently set the lid on top. “Too bad, little sister,” I whisper. “He’s mine now.”

Yeah. Fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hate him, but I can’t stay away from him. The way I’m pulled toward him…I’m fucking powerless to stop it.

“If you even try to make me jealous tonight, I’ll fuck you so hard and for so long, you’ll never want dick again by the time I’m done with you.” “I’m not gonna try to make you jealous.” His arms come around my neck, his breath tickling my jaw. “I’m not trying to make you mad, Nate. I just wanted to look good for you.” My groan slips free, and I grab his hips, rubbing myself on him to show him how hard he’s making me. “You look so good, baby,” I rasp, cupping his face to study the eyeliner he’s wearing. “So pretty.”

“Nate…” he warns, swallowing when my lips brush his piercing. “Nate, someone could recognize you.” “Would you believe me if I told you you’re worth it?” I ask, and he narrows his pretty eyes into slits. “No.”

don’t know. I was blindfolded.” Jesus Christ. “Wait, why were you…?” And then it hits me. He’s doing it all blind. Fuck. There’s something wrong with my heart.

“And don’t worry about me getting kicked out of the club. I’ll show the manager my tits next weekend and he’ll let me right back in.”

“I want to mean something to you,” I admit. “Anything. I want you to remember me after you decide you’re done with me and kick me out of your life for good. I wanna ruin you so bad that it’s me you’ll think about every time you’re fucking the person you really wanna be with.”

“You said I could take whatever I want, remember?” “Not that,” I grit out. His lips twitch as he slides his hand over my chest, over the organ beating wildly beneath his touch. “I want it, Xavi.” “You’re not getting it.” “You’re gonna give it to me anyway,” he teases, pulling my mouth up to meet his. Fuck him. Fuck him so hard for doing this to me. And fuck me for letting him.

Fuck it. I have nothing to lose. Not even my dignity because that bitch is long gone.

Once he’s gone, I strip out of my clothes and take another shower, forcing myself not to cry over him and his mind games. I’m done playing. I’m fucking done letting him break me.

“Baby, he’s balls deep in love with you and he hates you for it. That’s why he’s treating you like shit. That’s probably why he’s always treated you like shit.”

“Jesus Christ. I love you, okay?” I damn near shout, pushing him down on his back and crawling on top of him. “I hate myself for it but I fucking love you.” “That’s sweet.”

“You better be right here waiting for me when I get back.” “Why?” “So I can fuck that bratty attitude out of you.” “Yes, sir,” he jokes, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth.