“Tell me you hate me,” he growls in my ear. I couldn’t have heard that right. What? Unease washes over me, cutting through the need to fuck. “What?” I turn my head to look at him but he leans against my shoulder to keep me facing forward. “Say it. Tell me you hate me,” he bites out the words again, trembling against me as he slaps at my ass again. “I-I hate you.” The words are awkward on my tongue. I don’t hate him. Not anymore.
