Page 74 of Hate So Deep

He was right, after all. I never truly belonged in his world, but I wanted to...so badly because I’m so very fucking alone in mine.

His lip curves as he touches my cheek before trailing his thumb along my jaw and running the pad over my mouth. Despite my resolve, I’m only human and my mouth pops open of its own volition, tasting his treachery on my tongue.

“You think she’s gone…my dirty little doll,” he rasps, and I close my eyes. “Lookat me.”

The low growl sends a shiver through me, and I lock eyes with him as those dark, fathomless peepers search mine before he slides his palm around my waist and pulls me into his erection.

He’s hard, pulsing, and angry and with a whimper, I tilt my head to the wall, moaning, “Dirk.”

“What?” he says. “Youneedthis, baby girl?”

“I-I,” I stutter, the words caught in my throat. Will I be baring another piece of my soul if I say I do?

But he gives me no misery as he wraps his fingers around my neck while I stand frozen, his other wicked hand sliding beneath my dress.

Of course, his mouth stretches into a brutal smile when he shoves the fabric of my panties aside and dips his finger inside.

“Wet,” he says, cocking a brow.

What can I possibly say, all he has to do is look at me and I’m raring to go but he hardly needs to be more arrogant which is why I merely lick my lips, feeling a little thrill when his eyes lock on them and his nostrils flare.

“Maybe my dirty little girl needs a fucking reminder,” he grunts.

Speechless, I don’t know what to say as he unbuttons his pants, his left hand still wrapped around my neck. I can breathe but it’s a series of slow shallow breaths when he lifts my leg up to his hip before surging inside me.

Shit, I moan but in my head. He doesn’t deserve my words but as though he senses my thoughts, he tips his chin and presses his thumb just a little harder against the pounding pulse in my neck.

Meanwhile, I wrap my legs around him as he pumps steadily inside of me. The zing of building pleasure becomes a wave that turns to a crescendo as his thrusts increase, and his lips pull back in a snarl.

“Does my dirty little girl want to come?” he rasps, and I nod, past the point of dignity.

I need this like I need water to breathe. The problem is, I underestimated Dirk and my stomach bottoms out when he says, “Beg.”

“Wh-What?” I whisper, which turns to a moan when he changes his angle, brushing my walls just right.

“Beg,” he grunts, and I search his eyes. There’s a light behind them that I can’t define but it pinches at my chest.

Is he…hurt? That’s not possible, right?

Despite my brain screaming to fucking run, my heart overrides my good sense, and I whisper, “Please, Dirk. Please.”

“Please what?”

Jesus, he’s diabolical.

Shaking my head, I drop my gaze, but he tightens his grip on my neck, and I gasp out a breath, spots dancing before my eyes.

“Please, fucking what, Lauren?” he grits between his teeth.

“Make me come,” I wail, and he pushes me against the wall, pummeling into me.

Just when I think I might pass out from the pressure on my windpipe, he releases me, and sweet air invades my lungs as I tumble over the edge and orgasm so fucking deeply that I swear I feel something squirt from me…down there.

The pleasure pain moves through me in waves while he grabs my hips and pounds away. Dazed, I can only grasp his shoulders and hold on as he rides me into the wall with each brutal thrust.

Surprisingly, my core pulses once more and I know to my soul that the orgasm that washes through me has everything to do with Dirk when his eyes flash to mine and he groans before reaching his own end.

Once he’s dropped his head to my shoulder, his heated breaths puffing against my skin, I stare at his thick blonde hair with a weird thump echoing in my chest.

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