Hate (Madison Kate, #1)

by Tate James

"See, I'm not such an asshole. I could have asked you to blow me." I glared death at him. "I'd just as soon bite your dick off." "And I knew that. See, I already get you on a deeper level, babe. We're practically made for each other."

"Girl, those boys are dangerous as fuck. Even I'd be cautious messing with them, and you know I've got no sense of self-preservation."

It was a poor coping mechanism, transferring my emotions into being a bitch, but whatever. I’ve never claimed to be perfect.

I wracked my brain, desperately trying to remember if I had any condoms stashed somewhere in my room. I hadn't had sex in over a year, but it was simply a good habit to always have protection available. Just in case one of your drop-dead gorgeous, male-model housemates wanted to fuck you stupid, obviously.

"I'm jealous as hell," he reiterated, "but that only showed me how much I want you. There's no way I'm walking away and bowing out gracefully. Not when you want me too."