Hate Fuck: part two Read Online Free

that. You’re not involved.”
    “You made me involved when you made me your alibi.”
    His hand tightens around my neck. “I didn’t do that on purpose. I didn’t know I’d be called out.” His thumb traces a slow circle on the sensitive skin behind my neck. “I want to protect you, Hailey. If I had my way, you’d never know anything about the ugliness I see every day.”
    That’s incredibly sweet, but Cole doesn’t do sweet . And despite his good intentions, the impact is that my life has been flipped upside down, all because I slept with a crazy man. So there’s only one thing to say. “That’s stupid.”
    Another long, pregnant pause. “When it comes to you, I’m a stupid man.”
    I can’t break his gaze. I don’t want to. We’re both spitting mad, but this connection between us still feels…good, somehow. Maybe because he’s secretly sweet. Maybe because he’s working that spot on my neck better than any man has ever worked my g-spot. My head is swimming and shivers ripple out across my skin from that slow, circling thumb.
    But I’m not a stupid woman, no matter how much I want him, so I pile on another lie. “You might be swayed by the chemistry between us, but I’m not.”
    “Give me some time to fix this.” There’s a weird catch in Cole’s voice, and for a second, I believe him. I want to believe him.
    I press my lips together and try to calm my racing mind. “How?”
    Instead of answering, he kisses me. Slower this time, his lips parting mine so softly it barely feels like anything. But in the absence of hard thrusts and greedy licks, something else forms. A bittersweet connection, wet and warm and fleeting.
    He doesn’t have an answer because there is no fixing what isn’t broken. This isn’t a temporary state for him. This is who he is.
    We’re incompatible. And this might be the last kiss we share.
    Well, screw him.
    Now is not the time for sweet. I never wanted sweet from Cole. I wanted real and honest, and if I can’t get honest, at least our goodbye can be real.
    I nip at his lower lip and he freezes, his breath hot against my mouth. I do it again. Come on .  
    “We always knew this wouldn’t work.” I ignore the catch in my throat. Sure, I thought we’d have a bit longer. But it would never be easy to let him go. This is for the best.
    “Don’t speak for me,” he growls, dragging his lips up my cheek. I close my eyes and he kisses my eyelid, then my nose, then my lips again. “You’re deep inside me, Hailey. That’s all I know. And this scandal will fade away, replaced by something else. And you’ll still be inside me.”
    Oh God. His words blast through my defenses and I scramble to recover. I shake my head, going on the offense. “I can’t. It’s too much.” I wind my arms around his neck, bringing his lips back to mine. “Thank you for last night,” I whisper against his skin, all out of lies. “And I’m so, so glad you’re not in jail.”
    He kisses me again. More sweet. Tears prick at my eyelids.
    “Stop kissing me like that,” I hiss. I can’t leave him like this. I already doubt this move and I’m not even out the door.
    He tightens his arms around me—a steely embrace I’ve never experienced before, and will never again. It’s such a cliché that he’s ruined me for other men, but right now it feels painfully, brutally true.  
    He drops his face to my neck, his next words muffled and quiet. “I’m not going to play the bad man for you now.”
    “It’s not…I’m not asking…” But I am. I’m asking him to play a role that will allow me to walk away without guilt or worry.
    Still more lies, but at least that one is just to myself. I’ll always worry about him. He’s a lunatic with a death wish, and I care about him despite myself. But I need to be done with this.
    I nod silently and hold him tight for a minute, kissing his hair. He hasn’t showered yet, and he smells like himself. Stripped bare. Vulnerable. And suddenly, I