Page 37 of Hate On

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded against her mouth.

“I want this,” she said, the words coming out in a series of short pants.

Her eyes glittered as they stared into his.

Chills raced down his spine as her pussy started to clench around him, the precursors to her climax. “Don’t come yet,” he warned her.

But she got tighter and tighter and with a curse, he pulled out of her and lowered her legs to the ground. “Turn around.” He urged her on with quick movement of his hands and once her back was to him, he placed a hand on her spine and nudged her forward. “Grab the bar.”

Now, head bowed and ass lifted for him, she waited, her entire body trembling. Roman caught one cheek and spread her open, holding his cock steady as he pressed the head to her entrance, angled his hips and surged deep.

She bounced up on her toes and cried out, spine undulating as he filled her.

He reared back, then thrust forward again, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair.

Julianna whimpered out his name. He blocked the sound off, cut off everything that wasn’t the hot, snug grasp of her cunt around his cock. She started to come and he wasn’t far behind her. He caught her hips and pulled her back snug against him and held her there as he emptied himself. She shuddered and rocked against him, twisting her head around to kiss him. He didn’t yield and her lips fell across his chin.

Only seconds after the climax had ended, he pulled out and zipped up. His cock was still hard. He could have fucked her for hours, but that wasn’t happening. Not tonight.

He was still furious.

“Now,thatwas fun,” he said tauntingly.

Julianna slowly turned around, still leaning against the bar. Her expression showed both her understanding of his sneer and her disappointment that he’d seen fit to say something so obnoxious and, fuck, he couldn’t blame her.

Reaching toward the panel, he was hesitant on which button to push. “Look, I—”

Julianna shook her head as she cut him off, saying, “I’ve got early meetings tomorrow, let’s call it a night.” Part of him wanted to protest, to insist she stay, yet he knew she was right. Yes, he was still pissed, but if he were honest, she wasn’t who had him seeing red.

Bending forward to reach the floor, he picked up her skirt and passed it to her. As she pulled it on, he hit the button for the first floor. Watching her drive away in another cab, he felt more than remorse at his behavior—he felt a sense of loss that had nothing to do with business.

14

Roman

I knewshe’d be back, Roman thought the following night.

He’d felt it in his gut long before the concierge downstairs had called up to announce that he had a guest. But it was late. So late that he chose to stay in bed, and instructed the concierge to show Julianna in. By the time she made it to him in the bedroom, he was wide awake. Rage had a way of getting his mind going. She stood at the side of his bed, her brown doe eyes big and wide, pleading up at him for forgiveness, begging for what they used to have to stay the same.

It was too fucking late for that.

She had another thing coming if she thought this time would be like the last.

He wasn’t going to be soft or gentle.

Not after what she’d done to his heart.

He gave her shoulders a shove, pushing her onto the bed. As he got in beside her, he flipped her onto her stomach and tugged down the zipper of the rich red strapless ball gown she had worn to whatever event she was at earlier in the evening. The force of his movement caused a small tear where the zipper stopped, and he felt a hint of satisfaction.

I ruined her dress.

Like she ruined us.

Turning her onto her back, he dragged the dress off of her completely. He used to love staring at her delicate lines and creamy skin. Under the soft light glowing in through the windows at night, she’d always been perfection.

But now, he couldn’t stand to look at her beauty. Not when he knew her own flesh and blood had a hand in turning him into the bad guy. Now, she was just like every other woman who had an agenda when they climbed into his bed.

Her legs parted slightly and he ripped her silky panties off her hips. He did the same with her bra next, and lowered to one breast, sucking her nipple in between his lips. He flicked his tongue across her puckered flesh. She writhed under him, panting for breath, and he threw the shredded fabric clear across the room when he remembered why he was here.