Page 84 of Reckless Hate

“Fine,” she said. “I agree to be exclusive.”

His eyes flashed in satisfaction, and it pissed her off again.

“I hate you,” she reminded. She knew she would need a lot more reminders of that during their deal, however long it may last.

His eyes flashed darkly, and his fingers dug into the back of her hair as he watched her.

“Not as much as I hate you,” he said before pulling her close and kissing her hard.

Their mouths crashed together, and she once again lost her senses. She wanted to touch him, kiss him, taste him and hurt him at the same time. Her heart pounded hard, and she could feel his heartbeat pounding hard against her too. With a single yank, he pulled up her nightshirt and threw it aside. He did the same with his t-shirt as well. And then, her breasts were crushed against his rock-hard chest.

He picked her up while their mouths continued to fuse in wild, rough kisses and dropped her on the bed before laying on top of her. He shed his jeans and pulled down her night pants. When his bare skin lay against hers, she realized he was burning up like her. For a brief moment she looked at his face. The familiar handsome features looked at her with lust, hatred and something else. Before she could have any other doubts, his mouth covered hers again.

Their joining was rough and wild. She dug her nails into his shoulders to punish him, and he bit into the side of her neck in retaliation. She jerked as pleasure exploded inside along with a hint of pain.

Her moans grew louder with each hard thrust, and she couldn’t control them even as she tried. When she came, it was with a loud, unrestrained cry. He followed her soon after and came with a roar loud enough to be heard on the other side of the campus.

It took a while to catch her breath to be able to speak.

“The units below must have heard us,” she said, her face heating with embarrassment.

The jerk above her raised his head and smirked. “Let them. I don’t care. I didn’t think you were the kind to either.”

She shoved at his shoulder, but he barely budged. “I do care. Nobody should know about… us.”

His mouth twisted. “You mean we should keep it a secret that during the day we are enemies and during nights we both hate F—”

She slammed her palm on his mouth and glared.

His eyes flashed in amusement before he licked her palm, making her gasp and remove it.

The bastard grinned. She hated how she felt flustered and he was totally in control.

“I’m serious. I don’t want anyone to know we are sleeping together.”

“Sleeping together?” he asked. “Does that mean I get to stay the night?”

“No! I meant I don’t want anyone to know about our deal.”

“Hmm… so if I want to grab a glass of water, I can’t walk into your kitchen?”

“No!” She could only imagine Anita’s expression seeing Ved Simha strutting in the kitchen in his boxers or a nearly naked state. Thank God her roommate wasn’t there right then and had gone out.

“Fine,” he drawled.

He bent his head, and his mouth touched her slightly damp throat. Her pulse began throbbing harder.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Isn’t it rather obvious?” he asked in a mocking tone while his large body moved lower. His mouth enclosed over the tip of her hardened breast.

She gasped when he sucked hard. Sparks shot through from her breasts to between her legs. Her exhausted body roared alive once again, and her core began throbbing.

“It’s late, and we have classes tomorrow,” she said even as her fingers dug into his messy hair.

She thought he would leave right after they were done, leaving her alone to analyze their deal to determine whether she made a mistake agreeing to it. But her enemy stayed. His hard, throbbing arousal against her thigh indicated he was going to stay for a while.

She bit her lip in anticipation and tugged on his hair, urging him on. But he didn’t move up her body for another soul-shaking session of sex. Instead, he slid down her body further.

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