Page 98 of Hate So Deep
“Mm,” he hums, circling my clit until my eyes roll.
When he’s done teasing me, he thrusts into my core while simultaneously circling my clit with his fingers.
Helpless to the pleasure running through me, I convulse around him while he laps me up gently only to moan again when he thrusts two fingers inside and moves his wicked mouth back to my clit.
Pleasure spirals through me in waves so intense, my toes curl and no sooner do I finish then he picks me up and sets me on my feet facing the mirror.
“Open your eyes and watch, dirty girl,” he rasps, and I meet his glittering gaze in the mirror as he pushes inside me.
With an intensity that burns my soul, he inches deeper, all while I stare into his dark eyes.
When I whimper, his brows flicker before he grabs my breast and plumps the flesh before twirling the nipple between his fingers.
Grabbing the counter, I clutch onto it desperately as he wraps his other hand around my waist, pulls me flush against his chest, and thrusts into me heavily.
I can’t stop the panting breaths puffing from my lips and my stomach swoops when his mouth pulls back in a silent snarl and he bottoms out inside me.
I know I should look away because my heart can’t take much more but I don’t because, perhaps foolishly, I want to see his pleasure.
Despite the two orgasms he already gave me, my body tightens once more and as he jerks inside of me, a gentle warmth floods my veins.
After, we stand together for a few minutes while he catches his breath before he slowly pulls away.
I’m tender and still surprisingly buzzing as I stand from the counter and reach for my pants while he tucks his dick away.
Of course, his brows furrow and I drop my gaze, bracing for impact when he runs his hands through his silky hair.
I don’t want this to end but I know it’s coming, so at the least, I’d like to escape before he says something cruel.
Even so, I can’t stop his name from tumbling off my tongue when I whisper, “Dirk?”
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I shiver before turning away. Why can’t he look at me as anything other than the bitch he seems to think I am?
Why do we continue to do this?
I’m not ready for another brush off though and after pulling on my shirt, I rush for the door as he says, “Lauren?”
“Yeah?” I mumble through the lump in my throat.
“Don’t come back here. You’re not welcome in this house.”
Dirk
I knew she was trouble the first time I laid eyes on her with that haughty sneer and all that glorious shiny fucking hair.
Maybe she thought shredding her jeans and piling on the makeup would disguise the rich within her, but Academy students don’t understand.
We can spot ‘em a mile away.
I may not be a complete asshole, but I am human, and I took what she so eagerly gave when she refused to heed my warning and stay the fuck away.
The problem is, Lauren Stark isn’t one of us and finding out that she’s my best friend’s long-lost half-sister only made a complicated situation worse.
I wasn’t lying. Girls like Lauren don’t understand our world and eventually she’s going to run into the wrong person and then what’s she going to do?
Fend him off with her designer purse?
She has a fire behind those green eyes that I admire though and if she were anyone else, I might play a bit more before sending her home.
