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CONAN

Song – Make Up Sex by MGK

I ’m breathless as I pull away. I cup her cheeks and can’t resist stealing another kiss.

I’ve missed her. So fucking much.

That kiss just put a tiny piece of my heart back into place.

“Can we go back to yours?” she whispers.

I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“If that’s what you want, darlin’.”

Fuck. My heart is racing.

She nods, but she’s holding something back. I can tell in the way her eyes keep shifting.

“Tell me,” I press.

“This isn’t us getting back together. I want this to be a hate fuck. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I stutter with a cough. Her face is stern.

She’s dead serious.

I silence her by brushing her curls over her shoulder and sinking my teeth into her throat.

Her back arches, pressing her tighter against me. My grip on her hip hardens.

“Does a hate fuck still work if we both hate the same person?” I whisper, running my tongue up her neck.

I could never hate Hallie. But I’ll always hate myself—probably more than she despises me.

“Just shut up and take me home, beastie.”

She. Said. My. Nickname.

My heart is about to explode. But I hold it together, keeping up with her little act.

I’m going to give her what she wants. I can’t fuck this up. Not now.

Grabbing her face, I force her to look into my eyes.

“Don’t call me that. We aren’t friends, remember? We aren’t anything. You’re just my little whore for the night.”

I release her, and she pants, holding herself up against the brick wall.

“Come on.”

I turn on my heel and head to my Bugatti.

Her heels click on the pavement as she tries to keep up. I open her passenger door and smack her ass as she gets in.

I swear she let out a moan. This is torture.

I get the girl back, but not really.

I’ll take it. Any time with Hallie, I’ll accept.

I tease her the entire drive home, running my hand along her thigh and dipping under her dress every so often. My cock is throbbing.

It’s a quick drive, yet it feels like hours.

When we finally pull up outside the garage, I cut the engine and grab her throat, pulling her toward me.

“You’re going to listen to every damn order I give you tonight, Hallie.”

She bites her lip and nods. I squeeze tighter.

“Such a good little slut,” I whisper.

I lean in to kiss her but stop just close enough to feel her breath falter against me.

“Let’s see just how much you hate me, shall we?”

I let her go, the red welts already forming on her neck. I’ll leave her with marks all over so she can remember how I make her feel.

Leading her into the side door of my gym behind the garage, she barely makes it two steps inside before I slide my hand up the back of her head and yank it back.

“Strip,” I command.

I let her go, and she steps forward, turning to face me. I’m mesmerized by her.

My breath hitches as she painfully slowly unzips the side of her dress. It falls to the floor and she steps out of it, kicking it away with her heel.

She goes to speak, but I hold up my hand to silence her.

“No talking. I only want to hear you scream my name or moan it. Nothing else.”

Her eyes go wide, and she swallows.

I twirl my finger.

“I’d like a full show.”

With her hands on her hips, she starts to turn.

“Slower.”

I bite down on my fist when her bare ass is on display.

“Bend over. Hands to the floor.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She gets in position. I unbuckle my belt and free my cock.

It looked delectable during Pilates in those leggings. But naked? Fuck.

I step forward and rest both hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I bend down and spit on her asshole.

She yelps and tries to shuffle away.

I tut as I grab her thigh firmly and pull her back to me. Circling my tip around her puckered hole, I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from groaning as she moans.

Fuck. I need my dick in there. But not tonight. I want to give her what she wants, but I don’t want to completely ruin her.

I push my finger in, and she lets out a strangled moan. My other hand rubs the globes of her ass.

“Filthy little whore for me.”

“C-Conan,” she moans.

With my fingers pumping in and out of her ass, I slide my free hand along her soaking pussy.

“Oh, you must really, really hate me, Hallie,” I tease, sliding along her wetness.

She drips down my hand as I thrust three fingers inside.

“Oh my god!” she screams.

“Rules, Hallie,” I say sternly.

Dammit. I need a taste. And I bet her legs are fucking burning in this position.

I withdraw from her and step back.

“Up,” I command.

She does. Her legs wobble as she turns to face me. A beautiful flush spreads up her throat.

I close the distance between us. My hand shoots out, grabbing her neck as I walk us back until her ass hits the full-length mirror.

Our chests rise and fall in rhythm. The air around us crackles. And we just stare into each other’s eyes, her heart pounding against my palm.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, slamming my lips over hers.

It’s a desperate kiss. Her hands work on my shirt, ripping away the buttons and frantically pulling it off my shoulders. I help her finish the job. Her nails drag along my back as I hoist her up, letting her wrap her legs around my waist.

“You better come so fucking hard for me, Hallie. And I ain’t stopping. I’m going to make sure you can feel me for the rest of your life.”

She pants, her eyes flicking between mine and my lips.

“Do it,” she whispers and leans in for a kiss.

My fingers tangle in her hair to deepen it. She moans into my mouth.

“You want my dick? Hmm?”

I thrust my hips, letting my cock slide against her pussy.

“Yes.”

“Do you hate me?”

“Y-yes,” she falters.

But it sparks something animalistic in me. I line myself up and violently thrust inside her, all the way to the base.

She screams so loud it makes my ears ring. As she arches her back, it exposes her neck, so I bite down on her throat.

Sucking and nipping at her skin as I don’t hold back. I let her pussy strangle my cock. Over and over.

My back stings as her nails pierce the skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” I grit out.

I squeeze her throat tighter. She claws at my forearms, and I pull back, looking into her eyes as they go wide.

I can smell her arousal laced with fear.

That’s what she gets for summoning this side of me.

I release her a touch and she gasps for air. Instead, I slam my lips against hers. My climax building by the second.

I’ve missed her. So fucking much.

“Give yourself to me,” I hiss.

I glide my hand onto her ass and push my finger between her cheeks, teasing her asshole to tip her over the edge.

And it works.

She erupts around me. Her wetness soaks my dick, my thighs.

Her screams echo through the room and pierce into my heart. My name on her tongue.

My muscles burn as I violently come inside her, coating her, claiming her.

Mine.

“Good girl,” I praise her.

“Fuck. The fact you’re a squirter is the hottest damn thing in the world.”

I don’t pull out of her. Instead, I wrap my arms around her waist and carry her into the bedroom I have here.

Flipping on the lights, I toss her down on the double bed.

“We ain’t done, trouble.”

I tear off my pants and kick them across the room.

“I said a hate fuck. We did that,” she fires back.

I nod and stride to the edge of the bed. She quickly sits upright as I lean over her and grip her pretty little face.

No tenderness. No love. Just a fuck. Just like she begged me to do.

“You’re done when I say you’re done. Not a second before. That back there wasn’t a hate fuck. We keep going until you prove it’s real. Until you show me that you actually hate me, trouble.”