Page 218 of Hate to Love You

Leaning in I kiss her neck, swirling my tongue against her sweet skin and feeling her shake as I continue to relentlessly slam into her.

“You may hate me, Abigail,” I growl, kissing her earlobe. “But your body fucking loves me. I can feel you dripping down my leg like a bitch in heat.”

She takes a shuddering breath, her perfect tits heaving against me.

“I…I…can’t help that,” she whispers.

“No, you can’t,” I grin softly, biting my lip before kissing her deeply. “Because no matter how you fight it, you want me as badly as I want you.”

“No!” She winces, shaking her head. “I could never!”

But her words do not match the look in her eyes, which are filled with unbridled desire. I further test her statement by slowing my rhythm and pulling out of her.

“Wait…no…what are you doing?” She whines breathlessly.

I smile.

“Thought you didn’t want me, little fox?”

Her ragged breathing hitches and her face instantly turns red, her brown eyes darkening.

“You know what? Fuck this!” She snaps, hopping off the bench.

But I’m already ahead of her.

I grab her arm and pull her to me aggressively, slamming her against my chest and pinning her against the workbench. She struggles for a moment before I slide my hand over her tits, squeezing them hard and burying my face in her neck.

She gasps as my hand slips down to her dripping pussy, and I firmly rub my finger along her slit.

“Oh, baby girl, fucking this is exactly what I had in mind,” I growl darkly, before forcing her legs open.

And then, without warning I grip my cock and shove it back inside her.

“You know,” I sneer, thrusting into her, hearing her moan like a whore. “It used to bother me when you’d say that to me.”

I press down, causing her to arch her back and allowing me to push deeper inside of her.

“But now I see it as a challenge.”

I smack my hand hard on her ass, making her yelp before gripping the flesh on her hip and slamming my cock in and out of her.

“Oh fuck…” Abby groans as I thread my fingers in her hair.

“This, right here,” I whisper, slipping my other hand around her, rubbing her clit. “Is mine.”

“Shittttttt,” she yelps, jolting violently as I swirl my fingers around.

“You can bitch and whine all you want, and tell me you don’t want me. But nothing is going to stop me from doing as I please with these filthy little fuck holes of yours,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around her throat while continuing to stroke her throbbing clit. “I’m going to make sure you know exactly who they belong to.”

“Oh God…” She groans as I kiss her neck, feeling my climax nearing.

“Say it, Abigail.”

“No…” She whines.

“Go on, Foxy,” I say, thrusting harder, squeezing her throat. “Give in. Say it for me.”

“Fuckkkk,” she gasps.