I don’t even know how we got here. One moment we were arguing, shouting at one another, insult after insult, trying to outdo one another in provocation.
And then we were naked.
Lips clashing, fighting for dominance.
Bodies pressed together, wanting, needing more.
“You’re such a bitch,” he groans behind me, his generous length pulling from me almost completely before slamming back inside.
He’ll leave bruises. Blue and purple marks of frustration and lust. Fingerprints to remind me of how deep our loathing goes.
I whimper. “I hate you.”
He laughs, the sound lost to the growl in his throat when I push myself back as hard as he thrusts forward. “Feeling’s mutual, beauty.”
We’ve been possessed. The adrenaline pumping through our veins in conflict morphing into an arousal neither one of us could resist.
The sex isn’t just rough, it’s brutal. A battle of wills. Power no longer a point to prove, but a victory that neither one of us is willing to give away.
The thick line of his cock stretches me in a way I can’t remember feeling. Broad enough to cause just the right amount of pain. Painful enough to have me begging for more.
A palm powers down to slap the meaty globe of my ass. His thick fingers grab hold, squeezing me savagely. “Too bad your pussy doesn’t hate me.” His free hand slides over my stomach, slapping my clit and making me shudder. “On the contrary, she’s quite the greedy little whore. Swallowing my cock the way she is.”
My pussy spasms at the vulgarity in his words.
“Camryn Rein,” he muses. “My dirty, little beauty.”
Something this toxic can’t be healthy. The intensity is all-consuming. So addictive, I’d give him my all if he demanded it.
My distaste for him is being pushed aside, overcome with passion. I’m not gonna lie, it’s so destructively satisfying… I want to do it again.
And again.
And again.
“Harder,” I command.
“Baby, I fuck you any harder and the tip of my dick is gonna come outta your mouth.”
The visual convulses in my cunt, my walls closing in on him tight enough he groans in exquisite agony.
Pulling out, he flips me without issue, his body climbing over mine, cock slamming inside of me before I’ve taken a full breath.
My neck arches, head thrown back into the mattress.
He lifts my leg, palm braced along the back of my knee, pushing it toward my chest.
I cry out.
“So deep,” he grinds.
“So deep,” I echo, ignoring the sting in my muscles.
Our not-so-silent loathing for one another is no longer enough. We’ve managed to channel every negative emotion we feel for one another into the most violently profound sex I’ve ever experienced.
“Tell me why you hate me.”
Lip caught between my teeth, I moan when he undulates his hips. The strong line of his pelvic bone massaging my clit. “You are a reprehensible human being.”
“You’re conceited,” he rebukes.
A bark of laughter leaves me, a needy whimper following it hungrily. “You’re a Neanderthal.”
“A fucking snob.”
“Psychotic.”
Large hands to my hips, he lifts them, thundering forward. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Sinful and untouchable.”
He pinches my clit softly, plucking at it with his thumb and forefinger.
The beginning of an orgasm, so severe, starts at my toes. My breathing stops.
He takes advantage, weight dropping on top of me to fuse his mouth to mine. Tongue plundering inside, the kiss we share is anything if not barbaric. His teeth bite into my lips, pulling at them savagely. I offer him the same. Our tongues, no longer restricted to the confines of our mouths, lick out, our intermingled taste as addictive as it is destructive.
I hate myself for finding him so stupidly sexually attractive. I may hate him, but my body is yet to read the memo. Our attraction to one another is based solely on a foundation of contempt, and I’m intelligent enough to know this, what we’re doing right now, is so far down a path of self-destruction, I’ll be lucky to find my way back. But… consequences be damned, the immediacy of it all is just so fucking good.
“Pussy’s about to cry for me, Rein.”
“Shut up.”
“I can feel her,” he snarls. “Throbbing. She wants to come. Should I let her?” he whispers against the hard point of my nipple.
“Fuck you, Shay.”
He bites down on my nipple viciously enough to leave an imprint. I grip his shoulders, fingernails piercing his skin.
“Wrong answer.”
“Got to hell.”
He pays the same courtesy to my other nipple and my entire body shudders. “Say please, Cami, or I’ll pull out right now, decorate your stomach with my