He Hates Me: A Dark Stalker Romance (Hate & Love Duet Book 1)

by Rina Kent

  “You better.” Lucio’s voice echoes behind me. “I have strikes, too, Jasper, and this is your fucking last.”

  20

  Georgina

  The ER has been full of cases that broke my heart all week. From battered girlfriends to hurt children, I've seen more than enough to put me in a miserable mood all night.

  This time when I walk into my apartment, my new habit is already kicking in, and I check the place to make sure my stalker hasn't paid me another visit.

  I'm almost convinced Jas hasn't been here until I walk into my bedroom. The little gift he left me is right there, on my pillow.

  I approach the bed and pick up a lacy pair of red panties. There's also a note on the pillow. It's my first time seeing Jas' handwriting. It's scribbly and barely readable, and even though I'm supposed to be pissed at him, it makes me smile.

  The note says, 'Put these on for me, I want to know you're wearing them. – Jas'

  I stare at the scrap of lace before quickly slipping out of my jeans and the pale blue cotton panties I'm wearing. I slip on the red lace and an oversized T-shirt that barely covers my butt. The lace feels soft and inviting against my skin and keeps me thinking of things that shouldn't be on my mind as I settle in front of the TV.

  I flip through the channels and absent-mindedly pet Mrs. Hudson while Mr. Bingley stares out of the window. I pick up my phone, trying to decide whether I should call him. My teeth dig into my bottom lip and I call his number on a whim.

  I bet he won't pick up.

  I banish the thought from my mind, but on the sixth ring, I've had enough.

  I end the call and put the phone down, pretending it doesn't matter that Jasper is ignoring me again. But the pain is still there, and I can't focus on anything that evening.

  When I come to terms with the fact that I won't be able to follow the TV, I grab my laptop and begin an internet search.

  Jasper.

  With a start, I realize I don't even know his last name. How the hell am I even supposed to find information on this guy when I barely know anything about him?

  I try a different search.

  Lucio, the man Jas was talking to in front of my building. Maybe I can dig up some dirt on him.

  I try searching for Lucio and the city's name, but there's a billion results. Next, I narrow my search down to Lucio and rich. A list of the richest people in the city pops up, and I begin scouring the pages.

  There's one entry that catches my interest, a man named Emilio Costa. He's not the guy that was in front of my building, but there's a definite family resemblance.

  Searching for Emilio Costa, I learn of his recent passing and the fact that his successors are two sons – and one of them is named Lucio.

  Got you.

  I search for Lucio Costa next, learning more and more about Jas' employer. He's a business magnate, but there are some articles about shady dealings in his company, some ties to mafia. Nothing proven yet, but the hint of suspicion is enough to send my heart racing.

  I search for Lucio Costa again, adding Jasper's name. A picture pops up, it must be at least ten years old, because Jasper looks different in it, younger, more troubled.

  I inspect the photo, in which he's protecting the Lucio guy like a bodyguard. So, the debt he spoke about must go years back, if he was already protecting this guy a decade ago.

  Jasper's last name is right there in print – Jasper Cain.

  Knowing this about him sends shivers down my spine, and when I search for him, my fingers shake above the keyboard.

  There are articles about him, but they’re mostly shaded, speculative, all filled with rumors. Then, in article, a place I know too well pops up.

  Vita Boarding School.

  Goosebumps erupt all over my skin when I read that name, repeating it out loud.

  I know Vita Boarding School, if only from faint memories and what others have told me.

  My doorbell buzzes and I ignore the pounding of my own heart, pushing away the laptop and heading to the intercom.

  "Who is it?"

  "Hey, um, Georgie?"

  "Yeah?"

  "It's Bill. From, um, the hospital?"

  "Oh," I manage. "Hey, Bill. What are you doing here?"

  Please, please, don't let him be here because he's into me. I cannot handle turning him down.

  "I brought you your wallet. You left it at the hospital on the lunch table today."

  "What? Oh, thank you so much. Please come up." I buzz him through and check my purse. Sure enough, my wallet isn't there.

  Shoving my laptop under the sofa pillows, I quickly check my phone as well, but there's still nothing from Jasper.

  By the time I'm done, the doorbell rings, and I open the door to find Bill looking nervous.

  "Thank you so much," I rush to say, ushering him in. "I had no idea I left it behind, I swear, I'm so scatter-brained sometimes..."

  I notice him staring and only then remembering my shirt is barely long enough to cover my butt.

  "Shit," I mutter. "Let me just change really quick."

  "Sure," Bill chuckles, and I tell him to sit down in the living room while I quickly put on some yoga pants.

  I return a moment later, putting on the kettle and offering Bill some tea. He accepts, and I sigh inwardly. I don't really want him to stick around – I want Jas to come back. But it would be rude after he returned my wallet, so I just bite back my worries.

  We settle on the sofa with our mugs, and Bill pets an indifferent Mrs. Hudson.

  "So, I'm sorry to just drop by unannounced," Bill smiles while I blow on my tea. "But I figured you wouldn't want to drive without your license. And, I just wanted to check and see how you've been doing."

  "I'm okay. Why?"

  "Well..." He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, giving me an apologetic glance. "I’m worried, Georgie. What happened at the club was a mess.”

  It's kind of weird that I'm not used to people calling me Georgie anymore, and with a start, I realize I prefer Petal or Pet.

  "What about it?" I ask stiffly, taking a sip of my tea.

  "Er, your friend, he punched me? I’m worried about you.” I can still see the bruise on his cheek. He reaches for my hand, but I snatch it away. "Look, I'm not here to interrogate you, Georgie. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Is this guy being weird?"

  "Not at all," I reply crisply. "In fact, you're the one who's out of line here, Bill."

  "Don't say that." He sets his cup down and I grimace when he reaches for me again. This seems to upset him. "I thought we were friends, Georgie. That we told each other things."

  How am I supposed to explain everything changed in a matter of days? That all I think about now is Jasper, even with his history and mystery and killer ties.

  He’s the only one that’s occupying my mind, and I have no idea what that says about me.

  "We do," I manage. "But I like to keep my personal life private."

  "Look, I'm just saying this guy might not be the best news."

  "And I'm saying I'd appreciate it if you didn't butt into my business." I set my mug down and cross my arms. "Now, is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

  "Um..." He shifts in his seat again. "Well, Georgie... You know I've always... That I had... That I..."

  "Yes?" I'm being a bitch, but I just want him out of here.

  "I like you," he finally blurts out. "I want to get to know you better. I want to take you out on a date."

  "Oh," I manage lamely.

  "Yeah," he chuckles, nervous. "You know I've had a crush on you for a while now, right?"

  Of course I do, but instead of embarrassing him, I just shrug.

  "Well, I'd love to take you out to dinner. I went as far to ask Dinah and Katya," he laughs. "I know how close you all are, and they said you had some bad experiences lately, with the doctor, and this club guy..."

  I curse inwardly. Damn Katya and Dinah. I know they want the best for me, but a date with Bill is so not on the card
s for me.

  "I..." I start, but Bill holds a finger up. I hate that, but I obediently quieten down.

  "I just really want to show you there are still good guys around, Georgie."

  "I'm sure," I reply. "And I know there's a girl out there who would appreciate the sentiment so much, Bill... But unfortunately, it just isn't me."

  He pales, then a blush creeps into his cheeks. "Oh, I see."

  "Yeah, and... I'm kind of... involved with someone at the moment." My own cheeks flush.

  "Oh. The club guy?" He raises a doubtful brow at me.

  "Does it matter?" I ask.

  "Are you dating?"

  I grit my teeth together, hating the fact that I don't actually know the answer.

  "Thought so. Please, Georgie. Reconsider. I'd take such good care of you. Make you feel like a princess."

  But I don't want to feel like a princess.

  I want to feel like a slut.

  "Thanks," I say. "I'm afraid I have to say goodnight now. I'm beat after my shift and I really need some rest."

  "Sure.” He gets up from the couch. "You're welcome, about the wallet, by the way."

  "I already said thank you.”

  "Yeah, but..."

  "Bye, Bill." I open the front door and look at him expectantly.

  He blows out a gust of air and shakes his head, "I just think this guy is no good for you, Georgie. I'm going to keep an eye out whether you like it or not. I just don't want you to get hurt."

  "I'm fine. Now, please."

  He steps outside and launches into another speech. "You deserve so much better, Georgie. Someone who will take care of you, and –"

  “Goodnight, Bill.” He doesn't get to finish his sentence, because I've already closed the door.

  With a huff, I sit back down on the couch. I don't have time to deal with another problem right now, and besides, Bill's wrong. Jasper isn't bad for me.

  He's exactly what I've always wanted.

  21

  Jasper

  My mood is black as the night throughout my drive back to the city. Considering my volatile mood and all the dark thoughts swirling in my head, I should’ve worked out, blown off some steam; should’ve done something.

  Instead, I find myself in my little Petal’s apartment. Again.

  The inability to stay away has morphed from mere discomfort to being physically impossible.

  After seeing Marco drag Sarah’s mutilated body out, my head is filled with the blood from the scene.

  Since I couldn’t spill his own blood, I’m ready to spill something else, break it, maim it, fucking destroy it.

  The fat orange cat greets me with a low mewl from his position on the couch. I ignore him and stride to the bedroom, undoing the first buttons of my shirt.

  My little Petal is in deep sleep, on her side, the sheet has fallen to her waist, revealing her cotton, sleeveless robe. Even though it’s dark, the moonlight from outside casts a pale hue on her skin, making it blue and up for the taking.

  The entire way here, she was the only thing I could think about.

  I hate it. I fucking despise it, but it’s there like a goddamn constant.

  There’s no way in fuck I’ll be able to get her out of my head any time soon and for that, she has to pay.

  I have to pay, too, for not being able to push her out of my system after all this time.

  I don’t make a sound as I take off my clothes and lie them on the chair by her desk, hiding the gun and knife.

  My little Petal might know what I do, but I don’t want to shove it in her face just yet. She already pulls away from me after sex, letting her walls go up and her doubts consume her.

  I’ll ease her into it... slowly.

  The mattress dips as I lie behind her, leaning on an elbow and slowly peeling the covers off her. The robe has risen to under her ass, and I can’t help reaching beneath the cloth.

  She’s wearing the red lace panties I picked for her. I peel them off slowly, careful not to wake her.

  I stifle a groan as my fingers lie flat on her shaved pussy. Did my little Petal watch one of her fantasies tonight? Did she miss how I owned every part of her?

  Now that I know what pushes her buttons, I’ll keep heightening the intensity until either she breaks, or I do.

  Pulling her long black hair to the side, my lips find the shell of her ear, lightly brushing over the warm skin. A slight moan emits from her and she absentmindedly reaches a hand to her tit, caressing the flesh ever so gently until the nipple hardens against the cloth.

  Fuck me.

  I wrap a hand around her throat from behind and thrust two fingers inside her in one go.

  She gasps, her eyes flying open.

  “What—” she starts but my ruthless grip around her windpipe stops her mid-sentence.

  Her body jerks into fight mode, her nails scratching against my hands so hard they cut the skin. The sting registers, but it doesn’t stop me. If anything, I revel in the fucking pain as I inflict mine.

  “The harder you fight me, the wetter you get, Pet,” I whisper at her ear, thrusting my fingers mercilessly into her hot cunt.

  Her eyes roll to the back of her head, probably on the verge of an orgasm. Or maybe it’s because she realized it’s me. I don’t allow myself to think that, but it registers anyway.

  My dick thickens at the thought that she’s turned on by my force, my presence.

  She’s still scratching at my hand, but her hips jerk, following the rhythm of my fingers, wanting more, needing more.

  Being attacked and liking it.

  What am I, if not a good sport?

  I pump my fingers inside her, simultaneously teasing her clit hard and fast. Her mouth falls in a wordless scream as she clenches around me.

  My dick strains against her ass, demanding a turn.

  Her nails dig into my skin, but her struggles disappear as she rides her orgasm. My little Petal turns into an obedient good girl when she’s coming, especially if it’s an intense long wave like this one.

  I pull out of her and place both fingers at her lips, circling their fullness, making them glisten with her arousal.

  She opens and sucks them inside.

  “Good girl.”

  She releases a soft moan as I stroke my fingers against her tongue, coating it and making her taste both of us. Her skin heats and her hair sticks to her nape due to the force of her release.

  Her eyes flutter closed, probably thinking she can go back to dreamland.

  I release her neck and yank her T-shirt over her head. She lets me before her head falls back on the pillow. It’s like she thinks this is a dream and now she can have her sleep back.

  Time to prove her wrong.

  The hickeys I left on the flesh of her collarbone and breasts are fading away. I have to fix that.

  Her pink-tipped tits have a bluish hue under the moon’s light and her soft curves appear prominent from this view. I run a finger from her side to her hip and down to her thigh, sampling, imagining all the things I can and will do to her body.

  “You know, you really shouldn’t have smiled at me that day,” I say.

  She hums in her sleep, her ass pushing against me as if thinking she can snuggle there and end it at that.

  Think again, my little Petal.

  Without warning, I yank both her hands behind her back and tie her wrists up with her nightgown.

  Her eyes open again, voice heavy with sleep. “J-Jasper?”

  “Who the fuck did you think made you come just now?”

  “That... that wasn’t a dream?”

  “A dream? You think you can come that hard in a dream?”

  “No... yes... I don’t know. Wait... did you just choke me?” she asks with an incredulous tone.

  Now that she’s not blanketed by sleep, she’s trying to build her walls again.

  Shut me down.

  Pull away from me.

  “I get to choke you, use you, abuse you and do whatever the fuck I pleas
e, my pet.”

  “Fuck you, Jasper.”

  “I’ll be the one who will fuck you.” I lift her leg up and thrust balls deep insider her. A shudder grips her entire body due to the force of my hips.

  Her hands jerk as if to stop me, but they’re bound. She’s tied down, helpless and completely at my mercy.

  She groans and twists her neck as if that will help her get rid of me.

  “Stop it,” she pants, even as her ass brushes over my balls, demanding more. “Get out of my life.”

  “That’s the point, Pet. Neither of us wants me out.”

  “I d-do.” She moans when I hit her sensitive spot.

  “And yet you’re soaking my dick.” I push her hair to the side then fist it in a tight grip, tugging her by it and forcing her to look back at me. “Admit it, Pet, I’m your fantasy come true.”

  Her lips tremble with the force of her pleasure. She wants to hold back but can’t. My little Petal craves this as much as I do, she dreams about it and tucks it in the dark corner of her head.

  Still, her politically correct mind refuses to accept this.

  “Fuck you, fuck you,” she chants.

  “Gladly.”

  I slap her ass over and over until she sobs. But I don’t end it there, no, I drive my cock into her fast and hard and dirty.

  All what happened today pours into this moment of madness and utter surrender. This moment where it’s only me and my little Petal.

  My disobedient, yet willing Petal.

  My innocent, yet kinky Petal.

  Her ass turns a bright shade of red that soothes me and makes her cunt a wet mess, her juices coating my dick to the brim.

  My hand wraps around her throat, firm enough to keep her in place.

  My little Petal is completely at my mercy, bound and choked, her ass red, and her pussy clenched around me in preparation for her orgasm.

  I slow down my pace, one hand clutching her hip, easing out of her so slow that she shudders.

  Her teary eyes widen. “W-why did you stop?”

  “I thought you wanted me to, Pet.”

  “J-Jas, don’t, don’t…”

  “Don’t what? Don’t give you what you want?”