Page 128 of Hate Me Like You Mean It

“I forgot.”

“Bullshit. I can hear you through the walls, remember? I know you only play with your toys when she’s working late or away. You fucking want this.”

Holy shit.

Yes.

Let’s go.

“What did you think was going to happen?” he growled into my ear. “You’ve been walking around here in your tiny skirts and mouthing me off for a month. What did you think would happen if you kept getting me hard?” He nipped at my earlobe. “You’re forcing me to do this, you understand that, right? Just like you made me lick your dripping pussy. You’re forcing my hand.”

I was practically purring under him.

“How’s that?” he asked gently.

“Amazing.”

“Really?”

I nodded vigorously. “More of this. And the investor stuff. And the degrading. And pretty much everything else.”

He chuckled, giving my neck a sweet kiss. “So greedy.”

“I told you.”

“Give up. I want to hold you down and fuck you now.”

My thighs opened wider. “Can you tell me it’s what I deserve when you do it?”

He groaned into my hair. “How the fuck are you even real?”

I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “If you forfeit, we’ll get to do this againandtick off every item on your fantasy wish list. It’s the better option for both of us.”

“I want the month.”

“Dominic, you really don’t have to?—”

“I want to,” he murmured. “I really fucking want to, Alice. I want to dote on you, take care of you, and spend every minute of every day making up for my shitty behavior, because eventually, we’re going to have to tell your family, and I need you to have enough faith in me that you don’t… I can’t do another eight years without you, let alone an entire lifetime. So please. Let me atone for at least a few of my sins before we’re sucked back into reality.”

My heart was clenching as I watched his expression soften with his plea. I kissed his cheek, the corner of his lips. “How about a tie, then?”

Relief and amusement pulled at his mouth. “Greedy and horny.”

“Andslutty. Admit it.”

He brushed a kiss over my temple. “Extremely slutty. We have a deal.”

I wiggled under him. “Great. Can we finish the game now?”

A smirk caught the corner of his pretty mouth before he forced himself back into character. “In addition to your oral training, we’ll need to make sure you’re well primed to handle a proper fucking.” He nuzzled my ear. There was a familiar scraping hiss of leather against fabric, then my legs were being pushed closed, and Dominic was wrapping his belt around my thighs, tightly enough to squeeze them together. “Your job as my assistant, Miss Cloutier, will be toassist. I have a stressful job, and I need help blowing off steam. This isn’t about your pleasure; it’s about mine. You’re here to cater to my needs, and I like my pussy extra fucking tight.” I was trembling uncontrollably with anticipation by the time he fished out a condom and tore the wrapper. I whimpered when he slid his tip over my core and lined himself up. “Oh, and by the time you report to your first day of official training tomorrow morning, that account of yours better be gone. Your tight little ass belongsto me now, Miss Cloutier. You get fucked only when I allow it. And if I ever catch you toying with yourself for tips again, you’ll spend the next private event at my gentlemen’s club tied up and serving as a glory hole. Are we understood?”

I swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” With gritted teeth, he shoved in. I fisted the duvet, gasping as he started ramming into me with relentless force and power.

Pleasure and pain melted together, making me drunk with euphoria.

“Fuck, yeah, take it.” The vulgar echoes of skin slapping against skin filled the room. My toes curled. “This is the only thing you’re fucking good for, isn’t it? Being used by men like me. Spreading your legs and sucking cock. You’re forcing me to fucking do this, you understand that, right? I didn’t want to fuck you, but you left me no fucking choice.”