Hate Fuck: part two Read Online Free Page A

can’t let go. I squeeze him even harder, and he groans against my neck.
    “No,” I whisper, the tears so close to falling again. “No. Don’t be stupid. Let me tell the police you were with me.”
    “I can’t.” His response is immediate. Without hesitation. “I know you don’t understand.” He swears under his breath, a harsh combination that sounds like fuckthisshit. “I don’t need saving, Hailey. This is just a regular day at the office for me.”
    I nod again, but this time I don’t say anything. I’m out of words that might work.
    “Come here.” His voice is still soft, and rough, but there’s an edge there, a command. Old Cole. Before-we-fucked Cole. I slowly peel myself off him as he rubs his thumb along my jaw, tilting my head so we’re staring each other in the eye. “Last night wasn’t a mistake.”
    My breath hitches in my throat.
    “Tag is going to follow you home.”
    I nod.
    “And we’re not fucking done.”
    I shake my head, and his nostrils flare for a second before he crashes his lips against mine. I give him as good as I’m getting, swallowing his rage. Yes . I want him to sear my soul, to mark me with a hate I can handle. I dig my fingers into his back as he thrusts his tongue against mine, instantly making me wet.
    I’m awful for wanting him right now.
    But at least I’m in good company. With a grunt, Cole slips the button loose on my jeans and spins me around. “Put your hands on the door, Hailey.”
    With a cry, I close my eyes, pressing them shut as I do as I’m told. Anticipation pings through my entire body. Yes.
    He jerks my jeans down my hips, taking my underwear with them.
    “We’re not fucking done.” He smoothes his hand over my bare ass and I whimper as he dips lower and finds me slippery and ready for him. “You have a problem with that?”
    “Yes,” I grind out.
    “You have a problem with this?” He swirls his fingertips around my clit before teasing my opening.
    I’m breathing hard. No .
    “You need to say it, Hailey.”
    “No, I don’t have a problem with this, you bastard. I want you.”
    “Then we’re not fucking done.” He thrusts one finger deep inside me, then adds another on the second slide, stretching me wide. I clench around his fingers, needing more.
    He gives it to me. Swearing under his breath, Cole unzips, and the next thing I feel is his cock, big and hard, pressing against me from behind. With one hand, he jerks my hips an inch higher and I press onto my tiptoes as I arch my back, desperate for him to slide inside.
    We both groan when he gets the angle right and surges into me. He fills me right to the point of gasping. Pleasure isn’t the right word—I’m still aching from the night before, and in this position he feels bigger than ever before. It also feels different. Hotter, rougher, and more intense. So good.  
    I never want him to stop.
    He slowly drags in and out, his ragged breaths matching my own as I press back against him on each thrust.
    “Mine,” he says so quietly I barely hear him. The single word is as erotic as any kiss or caress, and a fresh flood of my arousal lubricates his erection, making it easier for him to fuck me. He repeats the word, a little louder this time, and I cry out when he grabs my hips, hard, and drives even deeper than before.  
    “Don’t stop,” I beg.
    He doesn’t.
    His brutal rhythm makes my eyes water and drives my pulse into my throat.
    I love it.
    I need it.
    And I’m so damn close, but he’s fucking me against the door in his office.
    Coming is easier said than done. As if he senses that I’m riding the edge and can’t get high enough, he slows down. He squeezes my hip, then shoves his hand under my shirt and cups one breast as he leans over my back.
    “Please make me come.” I say it quietly, but then he tweaks my nipple and I gasp his name, louder this time.
    “Hush, beautiful.”
    “Shut up and fuck me,” I gasp, the command roaring out of me in a very un-Hailey-like