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

by Summer O'Toole

Marriage for love is for princesses in the fairytales, not princesses in the Mafia.

“I can’t believe you remember that.” “I remember every second I’ve spent with you.”

“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?”

“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?”

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.”

“What did I say about you telling me what I can and can’t do?” He slides in between the chair and the desk, leaning back against it. I try to stand but he tugs my seat closer so that if I stand, I’d be chest to chest with the asshole. “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.”

My breath hitches when I free his cock and realize…I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and feel my throat bob as my eyes take in the silver barbell piercing below the head. I shoot him a cutting glare when I feel, rather than see his smirk. He tongues his cheek like he knows exactly how my pussy flutters wondering what the jewelry would feel dragging over my clit. “Whatever you’re imagining right now, I guarantee it feels ten times better.”

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

“You’ve been so good, princess. It’s time for your reward.” I slide my hand to her front and find her clit. Her teeth dig into her skin deeper, and her brows pinch together when I stroke her clit, my fingers slick with lube and her own juices. “Christ, you look so beautiful like this. Amongst the stars with my cock buried deep inside your ass, covered with my handprint.”

“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.”