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The More I Hate: A Dark Billionaire Enemies to Lovers Romance by Blake Hensley – Preview

A fine line existed between anger fucking…and hate fucking.

And I couldn’t tell you which one I was about to cross over to.

Probably both.

But one thing was for certain, and that was that my dick was going to be buried so deep inside Amelia’s pussy she’d never again doubt who she belonged to.

I detested games.

I hated bratty antics, and for that, there would be consequences.

I grabbed her firmly by the back of the neck and held her still for a kiss.

She was resistant at first, still struggling, but my demanding lips parted hers, forcefully exploring her mouth.

My cock strained against my pants, desperate to feel the tight clench of her body, but I wasn’t going to make this quick and painless.

My little bride needed to pay her penance for acting out.

She moaned under the brutal press of my lips even as she pushed against my shoulders with her hands. I allowed her resistance… for now. I was quite enjoying tasting and taking.

Breaking her down.

Amelia whimpered, and my cock throbbed in response.

I was doing this all wrong.

Kissing her like this.

Touching her like this.

I should be dragging her to my room, ordering her to undress, and spanking that round, perfect ass of hers to teach her a lesson about defiance.

I pulled back to look at her.

Her face was flushed from being so close to me. Her eyes were glazed over and dazed. They reminded me of a doe’s, vulnerable and weak.

“What if I don’t want you to touch me?” she asked.

“Stop talking,” I told her.

I pulled her by the hand toward my office, slammed the door behind her and threw her down on my desk.

She looked up at me as she scrambled to her knees, stunned and afraid, and damn if that didn’t turn me the fuck on.

I had to control myself. I had to make her earn it.

She needed to be eye level with my cock. I climbed up and stood on the desk as I reached down and slowly unzipped my pants. My dick was so hard that I was sure it looked painful; hard and long, the purple head slick with precum.

Amelia stared at it, and for a moment, she didn’t look afraid.

She looked interested.

Fisting her hair, I wrenched her forward. She slid on her knees over my desk’s slick surface until her lips were only inches from my cock.

She gasped, trying to pull back, but my grip on her hair held her in place.

“Open your mouth,” I growled.

She shook her head, but I refused to relent. “I don’t do this. I’m not this type of girl.”

Her breath was hot on my sensitive skin, and I couldn’t fucking wait for her to open those pretty lips to let me in.

“Suck me off, Amelia,” I ordered harshly.

She shook her head again, the tension in her jaw visible as she stiffened.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I growled, “or I’ll pry it open.”

She watched me, gasping, wide-eyed and afraid.

Taking advantage, I pushed between her open lips. The head of my cock brushed against her tongue. Placing firm pressure against the back of her head, I pushed her mouth further down on my length, watching her lips stretch around my girth.

“Don’t forget the balls,” I told her.

She looked up at me with her big, doe eyes and, after a slight hesitation, slid her mouth off my shaft and opened her lips wider, taking in both of my balls. Slowly, she began to mouth them, rolling them over her tongue before returning to bob on my shaft.

I grunted and grabbed her head, guiding her as I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her mouth around me. She was inexperienced but eager and learning quickly.

Her slow, tentative tongue drove me fucking crazy.

I needed to feel her… needed to feel her throat.

“Deeper.”

She took my dick as far as she could, before gagging.

I let her recover then brought her up and down a little faster this time.

She got the idea, clearly warming up to it.

I shifted my hips back, sliding out, and she whimpered. Giving her what she secretly craved, I pressed my cock against her lips again and ordered her to open wider.

She let out a little sigh and parted her lips.

“Good girl,” I praised.

I leaned back, allowing her to take me in as far as she could handle. Then I pushed her past her limits.

She resisted at first, but I pressed my cock all the way to the back of her throat.

She gagged and pulled back.

Tightening my fist in her hair, I slowly eased her back down along my length until her lips were pressed against my groin.

“That’s it, babygirl. Take it all,” I told her.

Amelia tried to shake her head and pull away, but my grip was too strong.

She pulled in a deep breath through her nose and obeyed me, sweeping her tongue at the sensitive part of my shaft where my balls were.

I groaned, and my cock throbbed in her mouth.

I was going to come.

Easing my cock out of her warm, tight mouth, I caressed her swollen lower lip with the pad of my thumb. She looked up at me with those sweet, still-innocent eyes and flushed cheeks. She was so fucking gorgeous. I reached down and pulled her dress over her head and threw it across the room. Her porcelain skin glowed, contrasting with the black lace panties and bra she still wore.

I reached forward and pulled down the straps of her bra so that her tits spilled free.

She averted her gaze as I took one of her hard nipples in my mouth. Whimpers escaped her as I sucked on it, and when I grazed my teeth over the sensitive skin around it, she gasped.

“Do you like that?” I asked her.

She nodded and closed her eyes.

I reached out to palm her ass, pressing her stomach against my hips.

I’d spank her later for her performance with that man, but for now, I wanted to taste her, to bury my tongue inside her dripping wet pussy to savor her juices and feel her come.

After laying her on her back on my desk, I kneeled between her open legs as I tore the delicate fabric of her expensive panties until they were nothing more than a shred of silk. She was glistening and wet, her pussy lips swollen, begging for my cock.

“You’re perfect, Amelia,” I told her.

“No, I’m not,” she said.

“Yes, you are.”

Ever so gently, I spread her pussy open with my fingers.

“Oh my God,” she breathed.

I slipped two fingers inside of her, and she threw her head back and gasped.

I kissed up her thighs, my fingers still inside her.

She was panting sweetly now.

I bent down to bite her on the inside of her thigh, wanting to mark her fair skin.

Brand her as mine.

She moaned and thrust her hips toward me, begging for more.

I licked up her other thigh, stopping just short of her pussy, and she thrust her hips toward me again, trying to get me inside.

She whimpered when I looked at her and thrust my fingers inside again. She was so fucking tight, I needed to prepare her pussy for the pounding I was going to give her with my cock.

“Take a deep breath.” I pulled my fingers out and slowly eased a third one in, opening her while pressing my thumb against her clit.

With my free hand, I slipped my arm under her lower back, arching her body toward mine as I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance.

“Moan for me, baby.”

I knew she was lost in the moment when she obeyed without a protest or a fight.

The moment the sweet sound left her lips, I thrust inside, wanting to feel the vibrations of her submission along my shaft as her tight body clenched around me.

I thrust several times, easing the rising pressure in my balls…but it wasn’t enough.

I needed more…violence, more…power, more…pain…more domination over her.

I pulled free and got to the floor. Kissing her inner thigh, I reached up, took her by the arm, and pulled her off the desk to her feet.

I kissed her, hard, before turning her around and bending her over my desk.

I spread her ass cheeks apart and slipped my cock into her tight pussy from behind.

She groaned as I reached around to grab her tits, my hard shaft pushing past her hole, claiming what was—and would forever be—mine.

I spanked her ass and let her feel my cock pulse inside her.

“Luc,” she choked out, and I spanked her again.

I fucked her slowly, pounding deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust until I was balls deep.

Her flesh clenched around me, and it was fucking amazing.

But I wanted more. I needed to hear her scream in pleasure.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, slamming into her as hard as I could.

She gasped as her body shook.

I spanked her ass again, leaving a red handprint on her fair skin. She cried out as I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her neck and sinking my teeth into her exposed shoulder. Her body slapped against the desk, and I no longer cared about being gentle.

I spanked her ass again, and her pussy clamped down on my cock.

“Fuck,” I growled.

“More,” she whispered.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please,” she begged, “spank me again. I want you to fuck me hard.”

I fucked her harder, and she cried out, her moans mixing with the slapping of my balls hitting her pussy, my cock sliding in and out of her hole as she took all of me.

I pulled out of her, spun her around, and pushed her back against my desk. I lifted her, holding her up with my cock pressed against her entrance.

I spread her legs and pulled her to me, thrusting into her and kissing her. Her pussy tightened around my cock, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

The visuals of my cock spreading her pussy and her juices leaking down her legs had my cock teetering on the edge of exploding inside her. Her pussy was so fucking hot.

“You’re going to come,” I told her.

“I’m going to come,” she repeated.

She kept her legs spread, her pussy open and glistening around my thick cock. I thrust into her while her pussy milked my cock, the muscles contracting as she mewled my name.

My balls tightened, and I thrust into her again.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock as she came. She moaned, and her body shook as I roared out in pleasure, filling her with my seed.

But I wasn’t done yet. I kept stroking my cock, wanting to cover her from the waist down in my come. I shot a few more streams of come onto her cunt, and then, as juice leaked out of her, her pussy pulsing from her orgasm, I stroked my cock one more time and shot the last of my come onto her lower stomach.

I wanted to mark her with every part of me.

Coat her in my possession.

Spreading her pussy lips, I drenched my fingers with my come then painted her breasts, her collarbone, and then her lips with my completion.

I swirled the sticky substance around her nipple. “Don’t ever test me again,” I warned. “Or I’ll make you wear my come all day.”

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