Like you hate me

Slayer by Bruce Savage

Adea
The whirring emotions this man evoked in me turned me into a completely different person. One second I was blissed out of my mind and content after my time with Chance and the next, I was a psychopath slapping him across the face and tearing through skin. I hated that he made me feel like a different person. My heart raced, my blood pumped loudly in my ears, and I was as feral as Korra. She wanted to make him hurt.
Staring up at him and seeing that stupid smile on his face pissed me off. He had the audacity to treat me like a cheap whore after what he’d done out on the floor. I hated and loved the way he tried to dominate me. If he hadn’t fucked Star, I wouldn’t hate him as much as I do right now. This alphahole thought he was the one in charge her, and I needed to rectify that. I needed Shane to know that I wasn’t one of his whores.
“As for a list of names, don’t hold your breath. It’s none of your business who I’ve fucked,” I hissed.
“I will get them,” Shane growled.
“Shut up,” I spat right before I kissed him. He met me with the same energy, but pushed. He was trying to gain the upper hand and it felt as if he was trying to swallow me whole. Then there’s nothing but his wet lips on mine, his tongue down my throat, the taste of him and his overpowering scent.
“I like it when a woman knows what she wants,” Shane murmured when we pulled apart. His voice was husky and filled with lust. My nipples hardened as the planes of his hard chest pressed against my soft one. I needed to feel his hand wrapped around my throat. I caught myself leaning forward and snapped out of it.
“You must have me confused with the hoards of bitches you usually fuck. I don’t give a shit about what you like and no one tells me what to do,” I spat.
“Oh? Is that jealousy I hear?” Shane taunted. He was baiting me.
“You aren’t mine. I don’t care what you do,” I lied, but kept the bite in my tone.
My feelings, my heart would only complicate matters between us, and I couldn’t trust him with it. His long fingers squeezed my ass, and I hated how good it felt to be wanted by him. I swallowed at the thought of taking him. I’d only been with him that one night. I’d just been with Chance. I shouldn’t want him, shouldn’t think I can take him because if memory serves me correctly, Shane is going to split me in two before leaving me cold and alone. I know this and still, I kiss him. He does as I demanded and stares into my eyes as I attack his swollen bottom lip. Blood leaks from it from when I bit it and my tongue swipes it up.
It doesn’t matter that I’m still sore from Chance. I’m going to take Shane because I want to, because I need him inside of me. I don’t even care about how he might think of me. I’ve taken someone else and now I’m on top of him. I don’t care if the way I’m acting doesn’t match up with how I usually do. I don’t even care if I hate myself tomorrow for this. I’m not thinking about anything past right now. I’m so angry that his emotions don’t matter, and I don’t care to hear about his thoughts. He showed me earlier tonight exactly what he thought of my feelings. I move back and grab his hair in one hand. With the other, I slide it down his chest and his thighs flex on the inside of my thigh.
Goddess, I’m so fucking wet for this man.
“Show me how “not jealous” you are, Princess,” he teased.
The look in his eyes told me he didn’t believe for one second that I wasn’t jealous. He opened his mouth to speak, to probably say something stupid, but when my fingers find his hard cock, whatever words he was about to speak died on his tongue. That’s it.
That right there is the reaction I wanted. Surprise, silence, and submission. I’m up on my knees, my nipples scraping against his chest. His cock pressed against my belly button. I tried to lift myself more, but that only pushed my breasts into his face. His eyes darkened and without another word, he lifted me up so that my pussy hovered just above his throbbing cock. I bit back the thank you that was on the tip of my tongue. I wouldn’t be thanking him for shit.
I yanked on his hair and his head pulled back, revealing his neck for me. There weren’t any marks there and I hated how much my wolf loved that. The image of Star on top of him reminded me she was facing the other way. She didn’t have her lips on him, didn’t get to wrap her arms around him, or touch his hair. Widening my legs, my body is dropped lower, and his tip pushes into me.
“Let go of me,” I ordered.
His lip twitched before he did as I said. Gravity pulled my body down on his cock, my pussy stretched open for him as he pushed into me. Luckily, I was wet. My soul was probably damned for this thought, but I was thankful that I’d been with Chance before. It was like he prepped me. I gasped and my knees hit the ground. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I’d taken most of his cock at once. My mouth hung open and there was a pinch that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.
“Fuck,” he swore. “For a slut who just fucked another man, you’re still tight. Was he small?”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” I hissed.
“Did he not please you?” Shane asked.
I lifted my knees and my ass dropped lower on his length. The two of us moaned as my cheeks bobbed up and down. I gripped his hair tighter and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. His fingers moved from my backside and I saw stars as he leaned back. His hand shot out and gripped my throat.
“Fuck me like you hate me, Princess,” he growled.
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