Page 71 of Please Hate Me

“I said, I think you want me to fuck you.” His velvety voice raised goosebumps on my arms.

“And what if I do?”

He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and slowly pulled it back out, letting it pop into a sexy pout as he gradually removed a hand from the chair and slid it across the thin cotton of my shirt. I thought this would be a quick trip, so I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on before leaving.

My nipples poked through the dark material, and my breath hitched as Lucian’s thumbs brushed across them. He gentlycupped my breast, softly kneading the flesh and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I squirmed as the heat between my legs grew more intense.

“Then you better know what you’re getting into,fucktoy.” His abyssal gaze grew even darker, and a chill ran down my spine. “Sex with me hurts, and I’m not going to hold back just becausesomeoneopened their legs without a condom.”

His attention flickered down for a beat, then back to my face.

“Honestly, it might make it worse.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I nodded.

“I can take pain, you know that.”

Especially when it’s inflicted by someone I trust.

Despite the current tension between us, Lucian had once beenmy person.We’d stay up late, sneaking out of our parents’ houses just to find each other. We’d hide in the woods behind my house and talk about how fucked up life was, how much our families sucked, and how things would get better once we were adults.

Except... here we were, well into adulthood, and things didn’t seem too much better for either of us. Now, our problems were self-inflicted rather than imposed on us by trusted adults. But maybe if we had been together—

Nope, bad thought. I just needed to fuck Lucian out of my system, and I’d be fine.

Lucian’s chuckle filled the room. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention as he shook his head.

“Oh, I know you like pain, but my favorite whore has proven yetagainthat she has zero critical thinking skills.” His words were rough, but as he moved away from my breast to caress my stomach, his touch was shockingly gentle. “Hormones, blood flow, et cetera, you’re more sensitive right now… did you not know that?”

I should have snapped at him for talking to me like that. Belittling me without permission. But, deep down, it felt good to willingly submit to someone who I trusted to hurt me in the right ways.

“No, I did.” I had definitely been more sensitive lately; it was growing more intense every day. “Why doyouknow that?”

Lucian continued to walk his fingers down until he found the waistband of my leggings. He pushed under the fabric, and my legs squeezed together.

“I’m a dad,” he reminded me. “I remember all the perks of Ashley’s pregnancy. And honestly? I’mdyingfor a little more fun.”

“So, you’re telling me you have a pregnancy fetish.”

His smirk turned into a teeth-bearing grin. It was sardonic and deep, and something told me I was in the best kind of trouble.

“Pregnancyisn’t the kink. It’s just a new and interesting way to exploit my sexual partner… But, I have to say, it looks good on you.”

I wanted to argue with him, but he hooked a hand under my right knee and pulled it to the side, forcing my legs open. He held me in that position, using his free hand to toy with my clit. I let out a needy whimper as I let my head fall back onto the leather. The dexterity in Lucian’s fingers just wasn’t fair. He was playing me just like he would his guitar, and if he didn’t stop, I was going to make a mess in his chair.

My whimpers turned to moans as I writhed against him, but still, his grasp held me in place. Just as it felt like I would come completely undone from his hand alone, he withdrew his touch. He let my leg fall onto the chair and used his clean hand to lift my face. His eyes held mine in a direct stare as he sucked me off his fingers. A primal growl escaped his chest.

“You don’t even have the stamina to keep up with me anymore.” he taunted. “We used to fuck like animals for hours.Now you’re almost cumming after five minutes with just my hand. Are you sure you cantakeme, fucktoy?”

The heat of embarrassment intertwined with my arousal.

“I can handle you.”

Lucian tipped his head slightly before climbing over me on the chair. His knees pressed into my hips on either side as he sat on my thighs. Slowly, he explored every inch of me, caressing each curve with his entire hand. Eventually, he found my collarbone, first with his fingers and then with his teeth, showering me in soft, vampire-like kisses. I arched into him as I stifled a moan. Sharp bites moved up my neck, stopping just below my jaw. Lucian pulled away, chest heaving as he focused his gaze on me.

“In our house, we use the word ‘trust’ instead of ‘stop’. That’s your safe word.” he coached.

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