Hate (Madison Kate, #1)

by Tate James

with... me. I guess."

look hot." He gave me a sly grin. "You think I'm hot, Hellcat?" I rolled my eyes. "You know you are."

It was interesting, though, and totally unexpected from this tattooed, grease-covered bad boy. Oh fuck, fine, who was I kidding? It was sexy as hell,

and I couldn't stop my mind from whirling on how good he must be with his fingers...

"Can I ask you a question, Hellcat?"

"Sure."

"Watching MMA fights turns you on, doesn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

Steele's eyes flashed with unmistakable desire, and he raised his hand to my face. His thumb swiped over my lower lip, then he placed it in his own mouth, sucking the flavor from it. "I think I found my new favorite drink," he commented in a rough, lust-filled voice. Fuck. Me.

His fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back and as he kissed me like he was drowning. It was frantic and wild, our teeth clashing and our tongues wrestling as I explored that piercing that’d teased me all week. My arms locked around his neck, clinging and pulling him closer even as he pushed against me, walking me backward into the nearest restroom.

Steele was fine as fuck.

There was something crazy hot about a guy going commando.

I arched my back, pressing into him and feeling every hard inch of his body against mine. He held all the power, though, and for once I didn't care. I wanted him to take control. I loved that he'd put himself in a position of dominance, and even though I'd hate myself for it later... I wanted nothing more than to be shoved to my knees and his cock forced into my mouth.

"Underwear is overrated, Hellcat. Just take them off."

"Note to self: Drunk Madison Kate is less combative than sober Madison Kate."

Sliding across the backseat, I swung a leg over Steele's lap, straddling him and bringing my lips to his for a bruising kiss. Shock only froze him for a fraction of a second before his hands grabbed my ass, grinding me down onto his already

hardening cock and kissing me back with scary-level intensity.

"Or maybe I just prefer the company back here."

"I take that statement back," he murmured. "Drunk Madison Kate is six million times more combative. Good to freaking know."

"It was good catching up, Kate," he told me when he put me back on the floor. "Let's hang out this week. Just like old times." The wink he gave me was evil as fuck, and I didn't hold back my answering chuckle.

"What old times is Moore referring to, Princess Danvers?" Archer demanded,

"Sure as shit sounded like you have history there."

"Then again, maybe he's talking about the times he climbed through MK's window and, you know, spent the night." She waggled her brows suggestively. "You're capable of reading between the lines there, right?" I'm going to kill her.

"Have you fucked him?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Princess. Bree just implied you and Moore have sexual history, so is she stirring shit or have you fucked him?"

"Not that it's any of your business, Archer, but yes. Multiple times. And I'm really looking forward to catching up on old times with him again soon. I hope

you sleep deeply ‘cause I'm a screamer."

I heard the solid thump and cursed shout of Archer punching a wall.

"That's cute, princess. But I've barely even started flirting with you yet. Guess I need to step up my game."

"Cute touch putting Archer as a bottom, babe. I'm pretty sure that's the part he's most pissed about. But hey, at least you got my favorite position right."

"Fuck you,"

"That's what I'm hoping you'll do,"

"Just say the word, Hellcat."

"Why am I in your lap, Kodiak Jones?"

"Because you love it,"

"Sitting in Kody's lap like you're about to ride his dick probably sends the wrong kind of message, then. Come to think of it, so would letting Steele finger fuck you over the sink in a dirty public bathroom."

"Tell me, Princess Danvers,"

"Did you ever get those black lace panties back?"

I'll cut his touch from your skin, then clean the wounds with my tongue. It was scrawled over the back of the photo in jagged, black-inked letters.

They wanted me to hear this and know what my father had done.

"More's the pity; I was hoping I'd have the perfect moment to kiss you this time."

"Like you ever wait for the perfect moment to kiss a girl."

"You did that deliberately," I accused. "Kissing you?" he replied with a sly grin. "You fucking bet I did. I'd do it again too, if I didn't think you'd knee me in the balls."

"I didn't mean to fall asleep here,"

"I'm glad you did," he whispered back, his voice rough with sleep.

"Fuck," he cursed, then slammed his mouth against mine.

There was zero hesitation on my part as I kissed him back with equal intensity and hunger. Anger. Hate.

"you just forget what we were about to do?"

"I doubt I could ever forget,"