Page 51 of Rayne

I suck in a big breath through my nose, glaring at him. "Fuck you, Hawk," I croak back, using the minimal air I have available.

Hawk's lips twitch in amusement. His gaze softens, my senses on high alert. Slowly, he leans forward. I think he's about to kiss me, and my eyes flutter closed, but instead, his tongue darts out, flicking my lips.

My eyes shoot back open as I'm caught off guard. As soon as I do, Hawk closes the gap between us, kissing me hard.

Immediately, I kiss him back, hands reaching up to grab him. My fingers land on his waist, digging into his ribs through his shirt. I want to hurt him—but I also want him to touch me. It's a deadly combination.

Gripping my throat tighter, he flings me across the elevator, my feet stumbling as my hands reach out and catch myself before I can hit the wall. There's a loud bell noise, and I whip around, watching Hawk remove his hand from the emergency stop button.

The elevator comes to a grinding halt and I lean back against the wall, breathing heavily. He crosses the short distance to me, pulling me toward him by the back of my neck as he kisses me again.

Around us, a voice speaks through the intercom box, asking if we need assistance, but we ignore it. Hands snake around my back, traveling down to my thighs. He bunches my skirt up in his hands, yanking the tight, fitted material up to my hips.

Hawk kicks my legs apart, hand dipping inside my underwear without delay. His finger presses inside of me, roughly feeling me as his palm smacks against my clit.

I lift my right leg up, hooking it around his waist to give him better access. Hawk rips his hand out, grabbing the back of my legs and lifting me up. My back smashes into the wall and I wrap both legs around his waist, our mouths still locked as he reaches between us to free himself from his jeans.

His cock presses against my opening and in one quick motion, he's inside me. There's no pause, his hips slamming upwards as he spears into me. The elevator railing pushes into my back, pain washing down me but I don't care. The only thing I can focus on is him.

Right now he's everything—the one I hate, the one I need, the one I crave.

I grip his head with my hands, clawing him as our tongues battle for dominance. My fingertips feel wet but he doesn't release me, our bodies colliding with each other.

"I hate you," I breathe into his mouth.

I can feel him smirk against me, my eyes squeezed shut. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, almost hard enough to draw blood.

"Good," he growls in a low whisper. "Fuck and come as hard as you hate me."

His hand reaches down, rubbing my clit fast. I whimper into his mouth, fingers tightening their grip even more.

I explode around him, my back arching off the wall so violently that I'm worried my spine will break in half—but I don't care.

Hawk smirks to himself, wrapping his arm around my back to hold me against him as he thrusts into me deeper. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the elevator, and when he stills inside of me, I know it's over. He doesn't make a sound, but he grips my face, holding eye contact as he releases himself deep in me.

Slowly, he lowers me to the ground, my legs shaking as I try to regain balance. The voice through the intercom speaks again and I hastily adjust my skirt, fixing it up.

Hawk adjusts his own clothing, walking back over to the panel and hits the button again. The elevator buzzes to life, the gears shifting as we continue our descent to the ground level.

The doors open with a ding and I shove past him, heading straight for the stairs that lead to the underground parking lot. He follows me in silence, not engaging with me. I'm still shaking from adrenaline and rage, with half a mind to go back to my office just to spite him.

Instead, I head toward my car, reaching for my keys. Hawk grabs my elbow, yanking me in the opposite direction.

"What now?" I scold, stumbling over my feet as he drags me toward another line of cars.

"This way," he answers, like I'm asking a stupid question.

"My car is over there," I snap back, pointing in the direction of the back wall.

He stops in front of a black Porsche 911 Carrera GTS, daring me to run with a glance. My eyes scan the vehicle, noticing a figure inside the vehicle.

On cue, the door opens and out steps Jett, smiling at me warmly.

"Get in, Tempest," he says.

I scoff. "No, thanks. I'll drive myself home."

Hawk grabs my arm, pulling me to the passenger side door where Jett is standing. Jett pulls the seat forward, ready as Hawk pushes the top of my head down and angles me inside.

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