Page 44 of Closer Than You Think
Gently, I place my hands on her shoulders. “Hallie, please look at me.”
After a long moment, she lifts her head, eyes shimmering with hurt and betrayal.
“I was afraid if you knew, you would hate me,” I say hoarsely. “I thought I could protect you from that pain, even though itmeant living with the lie. I thought it was the only way to keep you safe.”
“Yeah, well I do hate you.”
“What?”
She pushes me. Actually pushes me, and I let her.
“I said I fucking hate you.”
She pushes me again and I take it. Soon, she’s slapping her hands against my chest, sobbing angrily. She’s letting out all of her emotions, too many for one woman to keep inside her, so I stay still and take every blow.
“I hate you. I hate you, Silas. I fucking hate you.”
I gently catch her wrists, stopping her barrage of hits. Her tear-streaked face twists in sorrow and rage before she collapses against me, spent.
I pull her shirt over her head and push her shorts down, then lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed. I quickly take off my own clothes, kicking off my jeans and climbing on top of her.
I don’t take time to tease or taste. No, I need to be inside her as fast as possible. I rip her thong to the side and shove my cock in, fast and deep. She cries out at the intrusion and that makes me swell even harder.
“Let me tell you how this is gonna go, angel.” I start thrusting into her with a punishing pace. “You can say you hate me all you want. You can push me and slap me and hit me. I don’t give a shit about that, and I can take it.”
“Fuck you,” she says, her face torn between defiance and arousal.
“Yes exactly, baby. Fuck me. You’re going to always fuck me. Whenever I want it. Whenever I decide that it’s what you need. Like right now. You’re angry. You’re hurt. You want to rage. I get that, and I let you do that. But you’re going to get your pussy stuffed with my cock because that’s what you really need.”
I lean down to bite her neck, then soothe it with my tongue.
“Isn’t it, baby? You need this cock.”
She doesn’t answer, but can’t stop herself from moaning. I fuck her harder.
“Answer me baby.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I need your cock.”
“That’s it,” I groan, hammering into her as she arches her hips to meet my thrusts. Her wetness coats my shaft, her nails dig into my back as she succumbs to the sensations coursing through her body. “You can hate me all you want, but you still crave this.”
Hallie's only response was a broken moan, her face contorting with the building pleasure. I knew her like no one else, knew how to make her body sing, and I would use that knowledge to rebuild the trust I'd shattered.
“Say it again,” I growled, thrusting even deeper. “Say you need my cock.”
“God, yes,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. “I need your cock.”
I continue to pound into her, our bodies slapping together as I give her exactly what she needs. To be taken, to be possessed. To be claimed. I grip her hair, angling her head back so I can see the passionate expression on her face.
“Do. You. Hate. Me?” I growl, thrusting into her in time with every word.
“No,” she moans, her eyes clenching tight as the first waves of her orgasm start to ripple through her. “God, no! I don't hate you!”
“Good,” I grit out, my own climax barreling towards me. “Because I'm fucking never letting you go.”
