Hate Me (Black Mountain Academy)

by Ashley Jade

But then he’ll know he won, and he’ll assume he’s the one with all the control. Fuck that. Before I can talk myself out of it, I part my lips and slide my mouth down his thick length, sucking him as deep as I can. Briefly, I see a flicker of surprise flash in his eyes before they squeeze shut, and he groans, almost like he’s in pain. “Fuck.” He braces one hand on the sink and clutches the side of my face with his free one. “Good girl.” Fighting the sudden rush of arousal that hits me, I scrape my teeth along his shaft, expecting to hear him squeal and push me away. But he doesn’t. “More.” He grunts, his grip on my face tightening. I bite down harder, but that only makes him grind out, “Is that all you got?” The tendons in his neck flex as a sheen of sweat dots his forehead. It’s obvious I’m hurting him. Yet, he’s also enjoying it. Almost like he’s the one controlling the pain—controlling me—instead of the other way around. “Come on, Stray,” he growls, his face tensing as he glares up at the ceiling. “Make me fucking bleed.” Holy shit. He’s crazier than I thought. “Jesus,” I exclaim, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”