Hate Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #2)

by Summer O'Toole

I never considered she might think of me the same way. And that thought makes anxiety roil in my stomach. Because I want it to be true. I want it more than anything I can ever remember wanting in my life.

grew up knowing my worth was my hand in marriage. Marriage for love is for princesses in the fairytales, not princesses in the Mafia.

“I’ve waited ten years. I’m not waiting another minute.”

“Every part of you is going to belong to me by the end of the night,” he whispers into my flesh and begins to undo my jeans with his teeth. Fuck if I’ve ever seen anything hotter than this man on his knees for me.

“I have one question before we begin—” “What’s my safe word?” I guess. “No.” His voice is shockingly cold, detached and starkly different to the tone he’s used all night and dread sinks into me. “What the fuck are you and those French bitches planning?”

I feel his breath against my neck, and then he drawls roughly, “If you won’t tell me what you’re planning, then at least be a good girl and count.”

“That’s it. Come hard for me, princess. Tell me how good it hurts.”

“Look at you, such a desperate little plaything.”

“I know how desperately you need to come. I can feel your cunt strangling my fingers. And I can give it to you. I will give it to you, if you just tell me what you’re up to.” My toes that are barely touching the floor curl and sharp pangs start to spark in my core. “What will it be, Effie? Are you going to be left wet and needy, or are you going to drench my fingers as I make you come?”

“And don’t call me a whore.” “Do you prefer plaything—” My head snaps to the side, my cheek burning but my cock throbbing. She slapped me. She fucking slapped me.

“Did he fuck you sweet and slow like the princess you think you are or hard and rough like the whore I know you are?”

“That’s it, baby, ride my hand like my greedy little plaything.”

She looks like a goddess, even on a bathroom counter, and I’ll fucking kneel at her altar.

Her saying my name without an ounce of hate. And it chips away at the cold, black thing beating in my chest in a way I’m not sure I’m ready for.

“I’m pretty sure that conversation ended with me slapping you.” “No, princess. It ended with my lips on that pussy and my name on yours.”

Not that she’s mine. But she sure as shit isn’t theirs.

she told me to get on my knees, and I fell like a sinner begging for salvation.

She’s lighting little fires everywhere she touches. My chest. My abs. My back.

“Do you—Do you remember when you made me promise to—to call you and you’d—” “And I’d be there.”

“I’m going to look my wife in the eyes the first time I take her.” I reach for her panties again, but she pushes my hand away. My brows pinch in confusion, and her next words are worse than getting fucking shot. “I don’t want to see your face.”

The resentment and sadness in her voice makes my throat squeeze around a rock with jagged edges. My teeth ache as I push in into her, my jaw so excruciatingly tight as I hold back hot tears.

keep my eyes closed a moment longer, scared to open them. Scared to see the one person I was supposed to protect and treasure, bent over, used and leaking my cum.

A moment that I’ve thought about for years as an intangible fantasy was ruined by the fucking mess we’ve found ourselves in.

Was I just a job to him? Or a hole? Was I even a fucking person? Was the entire act a dream turned nightmare like it was for me?

“Where was your humanity when you killed my people? When you tied me up and tortured me? When you nearly got me killed because of videos you leaked?” Tears stream down my face, cathartic yet bitter. I push him again and again. “When you held a gun to my head? Where the fuck was it then?” He takes each blow with a step backward, but no words. Doesn’t even give me the dignity of a reply. Stone-faced

“Why, Finn? Why are you so determined to destroy me?”

“You ruined me. You ruined me, Finn.”

“Fuck me and tell me how lucky you are.” He stills his thrusts and breathes heavily, taking in my words. “How lucky you are that after everything that’s happened, everything you’ve done, I’m still here, still wanting you.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and swallows slowly. “I’m lost, Finn.” My finger trailing up her jaw stops in its tracks, her voice so despondent it makes my whole body cold.

“You…” I slowly withdraw, dragging my piercing against her g-spot. “Made me feel safe and then took it all away.” And I punch my hips forward, pushing all the way into her. She gasps. I pull out carefully, and she continues breathlessly as I continue to circle her clit, “You made me feel like I wasn’t worthy of gentle love.” I pound back in, my heart cracking at her confession.

And she says one word that has me carving out my heart and handing it to her, bloody and beating: Stay.

“Listen to me, Effie, what happened is not your fault. We’ve both hurt each other, double crossed each other, but you almost getting killed? That’s on me and me alone.”

“We’ve been playing a sweet game of house lately, but you’re dancing with fire. Do I need to remind you the kind of man I am?”

“Look at you,” he says with awe, “my perfect, little wife.”

“You did so well, princess. I’m so proud of you.” I fucking melt. “I can’t wait to reward you.”

“You have nice hands.” “Thank you?” I cock a brow at her. “They would look good around my throat,” she says hushed over her glass as she takes another sip. “Jesus Christ, Ef…” I breathe.

“Look at you, such a good fucking girl, taking my cock with your ass filled. My princess and my plaything.” I nuzzle into the back of her neck, nipping the skin, fighting the urge to sink my teeth deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Gonna come for me in a room full of people? Naughty wife.” I breathe against her neck.

“Princess, I swear to God if you don’t stop bouncing on my cock, I’m going to bend you over this table and let everyone hear how you sound when you get truly fucked by your husband.”

She ignores my question. Her voice is soft and airy. “You killed for me.” I cup her cheeks, brushing the sweaty strands of hair out her face. “Baby, I’d die for you.”

“This is the last time. If you ever betray me again, it won’t matter how sweet your pussy is or how I once felt for you, I’ll just fuck you one last time before slitting your throat.”

The priest is yanked back and a sharp, silver blade presses against his throat, and Cash Fox’s wild grinning face appears over his shoulder. “Nobody moves or Father here gets a VIP meet and greet with that God he’s so fond of.” He looks to me with a wicked smile and quick wink. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Fox.” The double doors at the back of the sanctuary swing open. “Did we already get to the ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part? Because I object on account that Euphemia Fox is already married. To me.”

“Fuck, I want to tear you apart piece by piece, break you down bit by bit, so that I can rebuild you as mine and only mine.”

“Fuck, your pussy loves it when I choke you,” he grits out on a strained breath.

he whispers with nothing but devotion, “You make me so fucking whole, Effie.”

“Which hand did he have around your neck?” My stomach drops with his line of questioning, but I can’t deny the sick thrill that races up my spine too. “That one,” I say when he points the blade at his left hand. “Very well.”

“You’re no daughter of mine.” His hands ball into fists at his sides, and I know with confidence those fists will never hurt me again. “You’re right. I’m not a Luciano. I’m a Fox.”