Page 97 of Hate So Deep
He points behind him and I follow his finger, my stomach sinking.
What is he saying? Doeshehate me?
That can’t be…right?
“I’m just having fun,” I sneer in sheer defense of my heart. “Ever heard of it?”
“No, baby girl,” he rasps. “I haven’t because I’m fighting for my life, every fucking day but you wouldn’t get that, would you?”
His eyes dip over me in a less than flattering light and he says, “Go back to your pretty fucking world and leave us to ours.”
Pushing away, he steps toward the door while I watch with my heart in my throat. Is that what he truly believes?
Maybe I don’t understand his world, but I know mine and it’s no picnic. Still, there was a trace of despair that he couldn’t hide in his eyes and it’s this that has me saying, “Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way.”
He pauses, staring at the door before tipping his head back. The bitter laugh that follows sends a shiver down my spine and I bow my head when he swings around and says, “You gonna save me? You? Okay, let’s play your little game. When do I get to meet Mom? How ‘bout we sit down for a nice dinner over cream brulee or whatever the fuck?”
I don’t correct him because it would only further the divide between us, but I do grimace because I can just see how that would go down.
My mother, the ice queen, would skewer him alive with her words and disown me directly after.
These days, I have to admit, it would be worth it though. I’ve spent years trying to garner her approval and for what?
She’s never truly seen me anyway.
“See?” he says, throwing out his arm. “You can’t save me, baby girl and you sure as shit can’t be seen with me.”
“That’s not–” I start to say but he grabs my arms and pulls me close until nothing, but air separates us.
My soul burns at the weird light behind his eyes but before I can ask what the hell is going on he drops his mouth to mine, and I forget everything but how he makes me feel.
Dirk kisses like it’s the last time and maybe it is, which is why I give my everything and we duel for supremacy, our tongues communicating the desperation we can’t put into words.
My core heats under the sensual promise when he grabs my hips and places me on the counter before running the tip of his tongue up the sensitive skin of my neck.
Wrapping my fingers around his arms, I tilt my head, a shudder running through me when he bites into my skin.
“Dirk,” I moan but this fades to a whimper when he backs away and I look up, biting back a protest.
Thank god, it’s just to tug at my shirt which rips at the seam, but I couldn’t care less when those deep dark eyes blaze at me and he palms my breast before flicking the nipple.
“Fuck,” I cry, my core pulsing when his lips pull into a delicious smirk.
“Oh, you like that,” he murmurs.
Thankfully, I’m past proper speech because he hardly needs the encouragement and while he kneads my breasts with his warm palms, I arch against him. I want more though and as if sensing my thoughts, he pulls my pants down my legs, tossing them to the floor.
The granite counter is cold against my ass but the only thing I’m focused on is him as he spreads my knees with a lick of his lips.
That beautifully dirty smirk spreads across his face again as he says, “I’m gonna make you scream, my dirty little doll.”
Fuck me. He hasn’t even touched me down there yet and I’m aching…
Before I can beg because it’s on the tip of my tongue, he drops down and licks between my lips. The rasp of his tongue sends heat flooding to my core, and I writhe and buck against him.
“So sweet,” he rumbles before thrusting his tongue inside.
“Dirk,” I whimper when the pleasure spikes through me on wings of fire.
