If You Hate Me

by Helena Hunting

“I’m close, Bea. So fucking close. Be my good girl and stay quiet. You don’t want anyone to know you let me fuck you raw, do you?”

“I get it. I get why you said no,” he tells me softly. “I just wanted you next to me. I hated last night. I didn’t want you to have to listen. I won’t be with anyone else while I’m gone. I haven’t and I won’t. I don’t want anyone else. There’s only you, okay? You’re the only one.” His eyes are wild. Haunted almost. He takes my hand and presses it against his cheek. “Just don’t go. Please, Bea? Don’t leave yet. I’m not done with you. I need more of you.”

“Look at me,” he demands as his hand circles my throat. “I want your eyes on mine when you come on my cock for me.”

“Try not to rip each other’s heads off tonight, eh?” It’s not her head I want to rip off. It’s her clothes. That guy who was flirting with her, though? I wouldn’t mind separating his head from his body.

“I hate not being able to touch you,” he mumbles. “I’m here now.” I run my fingers through his hair, surprised by the affection. “I don’t want to need you.” His lips move along the edge of my jaw. “But I do.”

“So you and Rix, eh?” Dallas chugs a glass of water. “Can’t really say I’m all that surprised with the way you two look at each other.” “Which is how?” I ask. Ashish offers his perspective, “Like no one in the world exists but her.”

“Look at me, Bea. I want your eyes on me when I’m inside you.”

For the first time in my life, I understand what home feels like. It’s not a place for me; it’s her. She’s where I want to be. She has my heart. Bea is the person it beats for.