HATE LOVE

And the affirmation pushed the CEO over the edge because with one swoop, he plunged entirely inside, my interior cushioning and welcoming him, stretching to fit that massive club.

“Yes!” I cried again, delirious with pleasure now. Electric bolts shot through my pussy to my nipples, everything catching fire at once. And evidently, it was just as good for the alpha because with a conquering cry, he came. Those powerful hips jerked, and then his cock spurted within me, spraying my pink channel with fertile baby batter, goopy and wet.

“Yes!” I screamed again, cunt dissolving into shudders around the invasion, clamping hard on his cock again and again. “Oh god,” I moaned.

And with that, we both rocketed into the stratosphere, lost to everything but our connection. Because this was an unexpected conclusion to say the least. The man who was my captor, my tormentor, and the object of my anonymous hack, had suddenly turned into my lover of all things. Not just any lover either, but my first, the man who took my virginity, making me his in a way that no male ever had. And the worst part? I wanted this and it felt right in all ways…despite our terrible history together.

Chapter 4

Theo

After ravishing Mia’s curvy body, I took one more look at her beautiful round ass and then turned her around to face me. Mia’s body trembled in my arms as I held her. Kissing her softly on the lips, the shock that the Picto-famous girl I’d been fantasizing about was in my arms still hadn’t worn off. She was right here with me in the flesh!

My assumption that Anonimo was a bored pimply faced kid couldn’t have been more wrong. Anonimo was a gorgeous woman named Mia Smith.

The woman looked up at me bashfully. “That was…” She stumbled over her words. “That was my first time.”

“I know,” I growled, blue eyes seizing that beautiful caramel gaze. “Why didn’t you say?”

She took a deep breath as if mustering her courage. Those slim shoulders straightened before the brunette looked me square in the eye.

“Most men don’t want a curvy girl,” she said in a low voice. “I’ve got a lot everywhere, and a lot guys don’t want that.”

I sort of knew what she meant. After all, so many models and actresses are stick thin these days, barely filling out their clothes, but that’s where it stopped. I’d dated a lot of these ladies, and it was no fun with them in bed. Instead, sharp hip bones and elbows seemed to jab everywhere all the time, making what was supposed to be an enjoyable situation painful.

So I shook my head.

“Naw honey, you’re beautiful. I love the extra poundage. Don’t you know?” I cocked my head curiously at the girl. “You’re famous because you’re gorgeous, thousands of people have liked your pic. Otherwise, why would they do that?”

Mia bit her lip, looking away.

“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. “It was one of those things that just spun into more and more, without any real reason. Plus, my friend got me from a good angle,” she said with a shy smile. “So maybe that’s it.”

My head shook, voice deep.

“Naw sweetheart. I’ve seen you from ever

y angle now, and you’re a goddess hands down. It’s not the camera, it’s you.”

A smile beamed from her lips, lighting my soul from within.

“Thank you,” came that soft voice. “I appreciate it, Theo.”

And we just looked at each other for a few minutes then. What the hell was going on? We were supposedly mortal enemies, trading in each other’s online images. Yet now, we were a tangle of naked, sticky limbs, my cock still coated in her fragrant female juices.

It felt right, being here with this Mia Smith. Yes, she was Anonimo as well, but it felt one hundred percent on point to be locked in an embrace with the curvy girl.

With one fell swoop, I scooped her up in my arms, making her giggle breathlessly.

“Where are we going?” she panted.

“We can’t cuddle on the couch, can we?” Looking down at my plush Italian leather sofa, I reasoned we very well could, but since it’d been a special night, the least I could do was take her to a proper bed for canoodling and pillow talk.

I carried her to my bedroom and laid her down gently on my bed. My room had a simple color palette: black with a rare splash of bright blue in choice places. Several interior designers had helped me to get the dark cozy cavern look and feel just right because sleep was a battle for me every night. The little noises that I grew up with while sharing my space with a room full of other boys used to lull me into a trance. And now, as an adult, my room needed to be completely dark with top of the line blackout curtains, a noise machine, and three fans continuously blowing to mimic that same kind of safe feeling.

I climbed into bed completely in awe of this gorgeous creature next to me. Not only was she ridiculously beautiful with a slamming curvy body, but this woman was a skilled programmer to boot. Mia had managed to infiltrate my cloud storage, retrieve naked photos of me, and then break into Pictogram’s airtight security to post those photos.

It was impressive. Reminded me of myself in my early days in fact.