EWB: Enemies With Benefits

by N.R. Walker

Yeah. I really hated Valentine Tye.

He was going to fucking hate it, and he would absolutely lose his shit. I wanted to witness it.

“I want you to hate me. I need you to hate me.” Then he popped the button on my jeans and wrapped his fingers around my cock, pumping me rough and hard. “And when you fuck me with your monster cock, I need you to hate me as hard as you can.”

I was bereft by his absence, hollowed out and empty. I wanted him to stay inside me. I wanted him to stay inside me until he was ready to fuck me again.

I wanted his seed inside me. So he’d know he owned me, and he could treat me as if he owned me anytime he wanted. I wanted it to never end.

“What—and I mean this with as much sincerity as possible—the actual fuck? You want me to hate-fuck you?” Hate-fuck. That made me smile. “Yes.”

Not that Valentine and I were friends. We were the opposite of that. We were what with benefits? Enemies? Was ‘enemies with benefits’ a thing?

Someone else hurting him? Yeah, that didn’t fly with me. As soon as I’d seen him, a burst of fire flared behind my sternum, embers white hot. No one else touches him. No one but me.

“What the fuck is this?” “He likes me. Cats are a very good judges of character.” “He’s a traitor, and he crossed enemy lines.” I laughed. “Enemies with benefits includes cuddles with the cat.”

Maybe that had been a dream. Goddammit. Marshall Wise. I wasn’t supposed to like that he’d stayed the night. I wasn’t supposed to like that he’d threatened me to eat breakfast. Or how he’d sucked my dick or held me down and come on me.

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He was fucking beautiful. He was so sexy like this it took my breath away.

I wanted to stretch him thin, to iron out any knots and troubles, and hold him. I wanted to kiss him, make sure he ate properly. I wanted to make him smile. I wanted to fix him. So I held him tighter and fucked him slower. I lost myself to the warmth of his body, to the feel of him underneath me, to the sounds he made, to the gasps and moans. I lost all track of time. And maybe for the first time, I lost myself. All that existed was him.

I protect what’s mine. He said I was his.

Oh yeah. I was in deep trouble. Deeeeeep. Like Marianna Trench levels of deep. And you know what? I didn’t fucking care.

Even the scars no one could see felt raw and ragged. Exposed. As if my anchor was losing purchase and I was being set adrift. It was frightening and overwhelming all at once.

Marshall tightened his arm around me and kissed the side of my head. I was warm and protected in his arms; no monsters would find me in my dreams tonight.

“You’re the only person who does know me, Marshall. Only you,” he

Why him, of all people? You say that as if that’s a bad thing? He’s the only person who understands you, Valentine. The only person who’s ever understood you. You have feelings for him and you know

My voice was just a whisper. “You need me to love you and it terrifies you.” Valentine shook his head, tears in his eyes. “You’re supposed to hate me. That was the deal. You’re supposed to hate me.”

Valentine thumped his chest, a tear spilling down his cheek. “Me. You’re supposed to hate me!” “I hate that I don’t hate you anymore.” Another tear fell and Valentine scrubbed it away. “You know what? Fuck you.”

“I don’t hate you, Valentine.” I nodded into his neck. “I don’t hate you either.”

I’d gone and fallen in love for the first time in my life. I was in love. So in love. With Marshall fucking Wise. God help me.