But I can’t enjoy this. I don’t allow myself to.
I yank out from her tight heat, and she whimpers in disapproval as I spin her around, grabbing her waist and lifting her onto the pool table. I yank her jeans off her feet, her panties dangling off one leg, and I’m there a second later, in between her thighs, and thrust back in without letting her even breathe.
I own you. You don’t control me.
I slam forward, fisting my hands in her hair, pinning her just where I want her.
She moans, her eyes rolling back into her head.
I want to hate you.
Why are you so goddamn beautiful?
I pump into her, sweat slicking my flesh and sticking my T-shirt to my back. Pleasure sweeps across me, bringing more and more rage alongside it. I want to hate this woman, loathe her with everything inside me, but even now…I can’t.
She opens her eyes, and I’m not sure what she sees on my face, but suddenly her hands are on my cheeks, eyes concerned, and she’s whispering, “Gabe.”
I shake off her hands and stop the conversation. I can’t let her fool me with that sweet act. Not again. Not after all she’s done to ruin me.
Her eyes pinch shut then, not by choice but by the hardness of my cock driving into her soaked heat. I feel the quivering of her legs before her inner walls convulse against me, and then there’s no going back.
I can’t fight my orgasm. She’s thrashing wildly in my arms, screaming out a climax, pulling my semen right out of me. She’s draining me more and more, and I’m roaring against the rage inside that I’ve let her, fighting against the unfairness of what she’s done to me…against the deception.
Many minutes later, her soft voice lifts my head. I find her hair a mess, her makeup running, and confusion in her eyes. Before, I would have loved this view, now my blood is boiling.
“Not that I didn’t love every second of that,” she says softly. “But what in the hell is going on with you?”
“That was me taking what I’ve want
ed to take before I force myself to hate you.”
Her lips part, a soft gasp escaping.
I lean forward, erasing the distance and staring into those gorgeous eyes that lie. “Tell me why you’re selling me out to the fucking tabloids.”