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Page 111 of Hate to Love You

Chapter Eighteen

ABBY

With a scream I throw my phone across the room, hearing the distinct sound of the screen cracking as it hits the wall.

Fuck.

What was I thinking?

I knew, I fucking knew that me submitting to Roman was going to be a mistake, probably the biggest one I’ve ever made. I knew the moment I had him once, I’d want him again and again. I can still smell him on my skin, I can still feel him between my legs.

Mr. Asshole

2:17am: Unprofessional or not, I can still smell your pussy on my cock. And I like it.

A shudder runs down my spine, because I can still taste him on my fucking tongue.

He was everything I expected him to be, and more. My God, he was fucking everything.

He should’ve died today. I should’ve ended him today.

But no, I slapped the coffee from his hands, watching it slowly seep into the expensive rug that lined his office floor. The first opportunity I had to end the monster, and I fucked it up…then let him fuck me.

I don’t know what came over me, it was like I was possessed. I certainly felt possessed. My demons intertwined with his, twisting and bending until there wasn’t a him and me, it was just us.

We came together like pieces of a puzzle, slotting into each other and completing an unachievable jigsaw.

My jaw pops.

I let him come inside me. I’ve never let a man, other than my husband, finish inside me.

Throwing my head back against my pillows I stare at the ceiling, my eyes drawn to a flaking piece of paint just by the light fixture.

“Alexa, lights off,” I sigh, and she chimes a reply as all the lights dim, plunging my room into darkness.

I always think better in the dark.

A bitter laugh escapes me, at least I don’t need to worry about Roman’s spawn arriving in nine months, but I do need to worry about whether or not he’s infected me with some disease, given the number of bitches he’s stuck his cock into.

What happened today can never happen again.

Maybe I should actually quit, like I’d originally planned before the monster meeting in his conference room.

But since I just broke my phone, I can’t do that either. Turning on my side, I close my eyes, only for Roman’s face to fill my mind. The way his eyes narrowed as he watched his cock thrust in and out of me, is a memory that is seared into my brain like a brand.

It was like he couldn’t quite believe that it was happening.

Neither could I really.

Never have I lost control like that. I swore four years ago I would never give a man that amount of control over me, even if I craved it. Yet today, in his office, I did.

And if I’m honest, I want to again.

However, because I want to, I know I can’t. The taste of Roman was like a fucking drug, one that I refuse to get addicted to.

He was so aggressive.

I mean, I still have bruises on my ass from where he whipped me. By all accounts, I should hate him for that, and for being so rough with me.




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