Hate Notes

by Vi Keeland

“You’re not going out with Max, Charlotte.” “Why not? He’s—” “Charlotte . . .” Her name exited my mouth in a warning tone. My ears felt like they were burning. “Yes?” She smiled. My anger seemed to be amusing her.

It was like a jealous beast that could no longer be tamed had ripped its way through my body. “You’re. Not. Going. Out. With. Max.”

“That day you had those flowers delivered from Blake.” He spat the name like a curse. “I went home and jerked off to the thought of fucking you from behind while that asshole watched from a window. You were bent over and facing the glass so he could see you, but I covered your face with both of my hands so he couldn’t even watch you come with my dick inside of you. That’s how much I fucking hate the thought of you with another man.”

My body tingled, and my legs began to shake. Reed began to thrust harder and harder. “I want to fill you. Pump my cum so deep that you’ll always have a piece of me inside you.” God. So dirty, yet at the same time, so beautiful.

I’m a sucker for some good dirty talk