Page 22 of Don’t Hate Me (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #2)

Orlando’s hands curl around my waist and he lifts me, pressing my back to the cold, damp wall of the shower. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, and the two of us stare back at each other, both struggling to get our breathing under control.

“Take your pain out on me.” My slick, wet skin slides against his as I grind on him. A shiver of pleasure runs through me. My nipples, hard and sensitive, brush against his chest, lighting me up even more. I’m so desperate to be touched by him everywhere.

His hands slide down to my ass as he devours me, kissing me like he needs my lips on his to breathe. I feel the same. The tension between us had to reach boiling point sometime, and now there is no backing out. I need him like fucking mad, and I know he wants me just as badly.

My back arches into the wall as he pulls away from me a little, just enough that he can look deep into my eyes. “You drive me insane, Sloane.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I press my hips against him, rocking gently, urging him to continue.

“Every time I think I know how to handle you, you surprise me, and I lose myself all over again.” His voice is a low murmur, like he doesn’t want to admit what he’s really thinking but he can’t help himself.

I stop rocking, frozen to the spot, knowing this is more than fucking for him. We do this, and it crosses a line that he has been trying to stay on his side of. “What do you mean?” I whisper.

His head drops, his gaze falling away from mine, his shoulders slumping with defeat. “I’m going to hurt you,” he croaks, his words barely audible, his eyes filled with a profound sadness I haven’t seen before. “If we give in to our desire, you won’t come out unscathed.”

His words settle in the pit of my stomach because I know he’s stuck in the past. Every time we get close, he goes back there.

I gently cup his chin, tilting his face upward until our eyes meet.

“I don’t think you will. You’re not that man anymore.

” I’m not sure why I say it. It’s just a hunch, a feeling in my heart that says he would never do anything to hurt me again.

I have seen who he is this week, and he’s not the monster I originally thought he was.

He blinks back at me, his expression like a lost little boy. “You don’t know what I’m really capable of.” His fingertips dig into my skin, and I know he’s on the verge of walking away from me again.

But there is no fucking way I’m going to let him do that again.

I see how scared he is, but I know him, and it doesn’t change my mind about crossing this line.

My smile softens, and I lean in, kissing him lightly on the lips.

One of my hands snakes around the back of his neck so I can pull him in closer to me.

“I won’t let you run away from me anymore. ” My words vibrate against his lips.

He takes a second, but then he’s right there with me again, his tongue swiping through my open mouth before diving right in. He shoves me into the wall, our kiss turning aggressive as our hands explore each other’s bodies.

When we eventually pull back, his forehead rests on mine, our hearts racing like mad. “It’s not me you’re worried about hating you. It’s yourself, isn’t it? You can’t forgive yourself for who you used to be.”

He shakes his head, and I see the truth in his eyes. “I don’t deserve forgiveness. I deserve to live here alone and never find happiness. You being here is warping my mind, making me believe in something that both of us know isn’t real.”

I’m changing him. I hadn’t thought about what me being here would be doing to him, but he has been alone for so long, of course it’s messing with his head. Now he has me to deal with as well. “That’s not true, you deserve to be happy.”

Even though he’s still holding me in his arms, heat radiating off each of our bodies so damn hot it’s like an inferno in here, he pulls back a little, searching my face.

“When your situation is under control, you will leave me and go back to them. I will get what I deserve,” he says with absolute certainty.

My hand lowers down his chest, and I rock my hips into him again, needing our connection back. I was just getting somewhere and now he’s shutting me out again. “Maybe I am a part of what you deserve.”

A bitter laugh escapes him, and I know he doesn’t believe me.

“You act like a badass, Sloane, but deep down you are one of the good ones. I have seen the way you changed that club, how you help every person who comes into your life. You make change for the good. I’m black inside, mostly dead except for a small flame that stays burning for you. ”

I meet his dark gaze head-on, my face growing serious.

“Right now, Orlando, I don’t give a fuck what you are.

How damaged you are on the inside. I see the man I want right in front of me.

I know who you are deep down. You’re flawed and dangerous, but that doesn’t scare me, and I want you for everything you are.

” I stare back at him, trying to get my racing heart under control because I’m being way more honest than I want to be right now.

“And let’s get one thing straight, if you get me all worked up again and leave me hanging without a fucking orgasm, I will come for you, and you will see just how fucking bad I can be. ”

His eyes flash with a darkness that turns me on even more. A growl leaves his lips, and I know I have just sent him into beast mode. Thank fuck. He dips his head to take one of my waiting nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

A shiver runs through me, and I lean into the cold tile wall. “Fuck yes,” I hiss, so ready for this to ramp up. One of my hands runs into his hair, digging my fingernails in just a little.

With a groan he takes the other hardened bud in his mouth, doing the same. This time he’s more aggressive, his teeth grazing my flesh. “You really want me to take my pain out on you?”

I grip his hair tighter. “Harder,” I answer him. Fuck yes that’s what I want. Anything to ease this tension.

He does as I’ve asked, sucking more aggressively, nipping and sucking his way across my chest. He leaves marks as he goes, and I buck under him, wanting more.

His dark chuckle vibrates through my chest as he continues his fun.

“Fuck, your porcelain skin looks so damn pretty with my bite marks on it.” He studies his handiwork.

“Keep going.” My moan vibrates off the shower walls. I sound so needy, so desperate for him, and that’s because I am.

His lips come to my neck, nipping all the way up to my earlobe, and he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, and a fresh wave of moisture goes straight to my pussy. His brand of pain, just the right type to turn me the hell on. “Does my treasure like it a little rough?”

“Yes, whatever you’re doing is pure torture.

” My body trembles with need. His massive cock presses into me, hard and smooth at the same time, and I can’t help but slide my pussy up the length of him, showing him what I want.

To be fucking filled to the brim with him.

I’m so damn wet and slippery, so desperate for his cock.

With a shaky hand, I reach for him, not sure if I should or if I’m even really allowed, but right now, I don’t care.

I need to feel him, and he lets me. I wrap my fingers around his girth, stroking his length back and forth.

He inhales sharply, a hiss escaping his lips.

My hands on him have the same effect, and I can’t help but smile to myself.

Gone is his fear of hurting me or bringing back the past.

He continues to play with my tits, giving me time to toy with him, even though it’s damn obvious he wants so much more.

And so do I. I’m desperate for him to take away the ache between my legs that has been building all week.

I run a finger over the slippery pre-cum that’s beading at the tip of his cock. “I want to taste you.”

He releases my nipple with a pop, his eyes coming back to mine.

“On your knees then.” Fuck, the way he looks at me makes my heart thump even harder.

He helps me down to the tile floor, and I prop up on my knees staring up at him.

He takes his cock in his hand, peering down at me. “Open your mouth, treasure.”

I open my mouth, and he pushes his cock in between my lips so I can taste him. I swirl my tongue over the tip of his cock, licking off the pre-cum, groaning as I do.

He pulls back just a little so his cock is all the way out. “Fuck, you look so damn pretty on your knees for me. Those perfect peachy lips.” He uses his cock to trace over my lips, then he pushes it right back into my mouth.

As he picks up the pace, my hands move to his thighs so I have something to hold onto. My nails dig in as he fucks my face, thrusting in as deep as he can before pulling all the way back out and doing it all over again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to fuck me, treasure?” he taunts me with his cock, testing me to see what I can handle. My arousal drips down my inner thighs, and I press them together, trying to get my needy pussy under control.

As he pulls out this time, I grin up at him like a fucking psycho. “So fucking ready. If you don’t screw me soon, I’m going to combust from sucking on your cock.”

He smirks down at me, pleased with my answer. “Good.” His hand snakes into my hair, and he grabs a handful of it, lifting me to standing with him. I stare back at him, panting like crazy, just waiting for his next move.

His hands move down my body, landing on either side of my waist. He picks me back up, and holding me in his strong arms, he presses my back to the cold tile wall.

I can’t help but stare at his handsome face like this.

He’s crazy, that much is obvious, but he’s still waiting for me, making sure I’m right there with him.

I am, even if I shouldn’t be, even if I should still hate him. I don’t. I want to save him.