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

by Summer O'Toole

The bloodshed only stopped when a delicate and brittle ceasefire was agreed upon before the two families eradicated each other. Mutually assured destruction or survival. I hate what they did, but I hate what we did too. Framing Finn’s father, Aiden Fox, for the murder of the governor, driving him to kill himself in prison. All of it sickens me.

“I’ve waited ten years. I’m not waiting another minute.” His grip in my hair tightens and he pulls me to him, crashing his lips down on me. I’m only frozen for a moment, and then I’m melting into him, fisting the collar of his shirt and breathing him in like he’s the only pure oxygen in the air. My mind empties of all thoughts but the feel of his mouth on mine. He tastes like the sweetest forbidden fruit, and I feel more drunk on him than the wine. I involuntarily whimper when he pulls away, immediately missing his touch like a drug. His voice is thick and raspy. “Yeah. You’re coming home with me.” He bends down and then makes me scream as he wraps his arms around my thighs and throws me over his shoulder. “Finneas!” He laughs. “I like that, already screaming my name.”

“Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me. Not when you look like Aphrodite herself.”

“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 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?”

“I promised you earlier that I would break you. That every part of you would belong to me by the end of the night. Well, the end is here, and I fucking own you. Continue on with whatever you’re scheming, but you report back to me. Everything. Got it?”

“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.

“Eyes on me, princess. Watch me ruin you for all other men, especially that so-called fiancé.”

“Oh, and I’d go with the purple eyeshadow. Complementary colors and all.”

“Start talking, princess.” “What do you want to know?” Her own breath flutters against my neck. and a heavy, hot weight settles into my stomach. How your voice sounds in the morning. What sounds you make in your sleep. How you’d look at me if you didn’t despise me.

“Fuck, Effie. If I’ve ruined you, you’ve obliterated me.”

“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.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ef. Sometimes it feels like I can’t fucking breathe.”

“Are you asking me on a date, Ef?” She rolls the sunflower stem between her fingers. “I guess.” “You want me to be your boyfriend, huh? A little arm candy to show off,” I tease. “Well, you are my husband.” She pats my chest and smirks. “Remember?” And fuck, those few words nearly bring me to my knees.

I remember the stretchmarks I saw our first night here and thinking I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

Tell me more.” I pull my finger from her lips and rub it against her clit, still buried deep in her. “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.”

Effie was right, I do kill people for fun, but a little dancing? Fucking terrifying.

“Now, tell me, princess, and be honest.” He looks at me earnestly, and I nod. “Are those scared tears or those other types of tears like when I gave you the easel?” I can’t help but bark out a laugh at his preciousness. The smile that spreads on my face feels warm and right. “They’re the sunflower type of tears.” He sighs and folds forward, resting his forehead on my stomach like he’s never been more relieved in his life. “Thank fuck.”

This was so cute

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My cheeks warm and my heart skips. Words get twisted on my tongue, so I just rise on my toes to kiss his nose. “I’m going to help get the food plated.” I turn away, a smile on my lips. He grabs my hand as I walk away. “I like when you kiss me there.” I bite my lip to hide the ridiculous grin trying to break free. “Finneas Fox, the romantic,” I tease while leaving. “Tell anyone and I’ll kill ’em,” he shouts after me. I laugh, and all I can think is how the hell did we get here?

“I told you not to move. From now on, every time you fidget even the slightest bit, you’ll earn another one. Do you understand?”

“Fuck,” I whisper. He laughs darkly. “No, princess, I won’t be fucking you. That wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it?” He drags his fingers over my pussy, and I inhale sharply, every muscle in my body struggling not to writhe. “But I promise you’ll enjoy being punished just as much.”

“I thought you said I would enjoy this, and so far all you’ve done is bore me.” His lip curls menacingly as he slowly turns. “Then get up, princess,” he taunts. “There’s nothing stopping you.” He’s right. The restraints on my wrists would do nothing to stop me from standing up and walking right out. But of course, I won’t do that. I love the game too much. His eyes glow like embers when I refuse to move. He takes a tux jacket off a hanger and slips it on. He rounds the island in slow, predatory movements. I sense him behind me, everywhere all at once. He kicks my legs apart and I have to stretch even further on my toes to remain flat. His fingers ghost over my clit and down my slit, so lightly it would tickle if it wasn’t such an infuriating tease. “Are you always this wet when you’re bored?”

“You know why I’m doing this don’t you?” He asks, my panties mid-thigh and his hands lightly roving up the swell of my ass. “Yes.” I hardly consider his question because somehow I intuitively know the answer. He’s doing it for me. It’s not just about the tease, but about the care he has for me. He knows how the anxiety of tonight has been eating at me and these tantalizing moments are the only time it’s melted away. “Good. Because I won’t be gentle. You may be a princess, but I’m gonna treat you like my whore.”

“Fuck, if you keep making those sounds, I’m gonna forget about my plans and fuck your tight little ass right here.” Finn groans and squeezes my hip harder. “You like this don’t you? Such a filthy little plaything.” “Yes,”

thought you don’t dance?” “I never said that.” She narrows her eyes at me, and my chest expands just having her gaze on me, my bow tie suddenly suffocating. “You had a fit last time I tried to get you to dance.” “I dance now.” To prove my point and that my lessons with Stella have paid off, I swing Effie out and then reel her back in, wrapping my arms around her and dipping her low. It’s smooth and graceful and just a bit closer to the man she deserves. But as I pull her back up, I give her plump ass a squeeze, and she gasps in a mix of arousal and pain. She tries to cover it by asking a question. “What’s changed?” “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…”

“Look at you, such a good fucking girl, taking my cock with your ass filled. My princess and my plaything.”

“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 sharply inhales and presses her lips closed, a guilty but mischievous look on her face. “Unless that’s what you want?”

“By the end of the night those pretty lips will be wrapped around my cock.”

This singular public display of affection is the first time that I’ve ever felt like I truly belong to her——not even my cock inside her or the ring on her finger has made me feel this way. She’s always been mine, but now I’m hers, too.

Getting lost in her eyes is so easy, and I never want to be found.

“If you don’t fuck me the way you’ve been threatening to all night, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind, Finneas.” I clutch her chin and kiss and suck under her jaw. “And which way is that, princess?” “Like you’re trying to ruin me.” Fuck.

“Put your lips on it.” Obeying like a fallen angel, she wraps her pretty lips around my cock and bobs tentatively past the tip. “Now choke on it.”

“Christ, you look so beautiful like this. Amongst the stars with my cock buried deep inside your ass, covered with my handprint.”

Fuck yourself on my cock.” I give her an arrogant smirk I know will make her mad. “I won’t tell anyone how much you like your pretty ass fucked.”

“I wish I could live in this moment forever,” she says, sinking back against me. “Then forever it is, princess. You and me, forever.”

“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.”

My wife belongs at my side, and I belong at her feet.

“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.”

“I may not have been the man intended to see you in this, but with the devil as my witness, I will be the man to ruin you in it.”

“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.” I know we’ve arrived when the limo turns and begins to crawl over the rocky gravel. I groan into her supple flesh. She tugs my head up, her fingers knotted in my hair, until we are nose to nose. “Finneas Fox, I’ve never been anything but yours. But I’ll still let you try…”

“What do you want me to do?” I look behind her into the dark of the woods. There’s only one thing I want of her. “Run.”

“Better run, princess,” I call after her, my blood already heating. “’Cause when I catch you, there’ll be no mercy.”

“This what you want? Me to fuck your needy cunt until you scream for mercy?”

“Fuck, your pussy loves it when I choke you,”