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

by Rina Kent

“Yeah, don’t give me what I want.”

  “So, I shouldn’t let you come or I shouldn’t let you go?”

  “Screw you, jerk,” she groans with the force of her frustration. Her ass wiggles against me, desperate for more than the lazy stroke.

  “Do you want me to give it to you hard and fast, Pet?”

  She bites her lower lip but doesn’t say anything.

  “We can stay like this all night, or you can pick a side,” I whisper at her ear. “You can’t be a good little girl and my slutty little pet at the same time.”

  She sniffles, but her eyes are clear even in the dark. “Why can’t I be?”

  Fuck me.

  The way she asks the question, the innocence and the damn curiosity, get me in the groin.

  My little Petal is out to destroy my fucking head.

  “Why do you keep doing that?” I push my cock back into her, my frustration getting the better of me.

  “Doing what?” she asks on a gasp.

  “Pulling me in. Refusing to let me go. All of it.”

  “You tell me. You’re the one who does that. You’re sick, Jasper.”

  “And you’re just as sick,” I whisper at her ear.

  Her head angles towards me, lips parting as if wanting me to kiss them.

  I’m tempted to, fuck am I tempted to, but I know the moment my lips meet hers, I’ll be even more screwed than I already am.

  If she’s disappointed, she doesn’t show it, as she moans my name while my cock slides deep.

  “Break for me, my pet.” I groan in her ear. “Now.”

  She does.

  Just like that.

  Her body combusts and she screams as she clenches around me. I fuck my little slut hard and fast and don’t ease up until I’m pumping my seed into her. My release is so strong, cum coats her thighs and pools on the sheets below us.

  As her head falls on the pillow, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips, a dark thought crosses my mind.

  I’ll never get enough of my little Petal.

  She’s right, I’m sick.

  Because I can only see death parting us.

  22

  Georgina

  We're lying in my bed after, and Jas holds me almost painfully close, like he's trying to fuse our bodies together.

  It’s a strange type of closeness, something I never had before. Despite the brutality of our fucking, it still feels intimate. Otherworldly even. I’m ready to strip myself bare for him – more than I already have, and that mere thought scares the shit out of me.

  "Had a strange visit today." The words surprise me by slipping from my lips. Fuck. It's like I want to get in trouble with Jas, like I'm desperately asking for him to punish me.

  "Yeah?" he mutters, tugging on a stray strand of my hair. “Who?”

  I chuckle nervously, hoping he won't push it further and already regretting my words. "You don't really like him."

  "Him?" Jasper sits up in bed, his naked body hard and taut. "It was a him?"

  "Yeah," I say softly. "Just a nurse from the hospital, Bill."

  "And why the fuck is Bill visiting you at home?"

  "I forgot my wallet at lunch, and he was just bringing it back to me."

  “Isn’t he that same fucker I punched at the club?”

  I sit up in bed, pulling the sheets up around me. “Yeah, so?”

  Jas gets up and pulls on his boxers, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. "I don't like it."

  "Don't like what?" I raise my eyebrows at him. "That my friend returned my wallet?"

  "That you have some other fucking guy coming to visit you in your apartment." He paces to the window, opening the drapes wide. Moonlight streams into the room as he groans. "I don't fucking like it, Pet. What did you tell him?"

  "What was I supposed to tell him? Oh, there's some crazy ass stalker guy who gets insanely possessive and jealous when I so much as talk to other men?"

  "Yes," Jas growls. "Or something to that effect.”

  “Well, I did tell him something.”

  His icy gaze fix me. “What?”

  "That I was..." I swallow. "Involved with someone."

  "You're not involved with someone."

  His words make my heart sink and I glance at him, swallowing again. "Then what am I?"

  "You're fucking owned by someone. You're mine, Petal. Did you tell him that?"

  I have to fight the urge to smile, covering my mouth and pretend-coughing. "No, I didn't."

  "So, he thinks you're fucking available?" Jas looks like he's about to break something.

  "Well, am I not?" I hiss in response, throwing the covers off me and getting out of bed, too. I'm still naked, and I can feel Jas' eyes devouring me as I storm out of the room.

  He catches up fast, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me against him as he growls, "Don't walk away from me."

  "What should I have told him, Jasper?" I demand. "That I'm single?"

  "You're not fucking single."

  "Then what? Am I your girlfriend? Your lover? Will there ever be some sort of title to our relationship? Is it even a relationship?"

  He hesitates, and the moment is long enough for me to tear myself free of his grip. I storm off, hating him more than I ever have. He races behind me and tries to grab me again. I don't let him hold on, and I rip myself out of his reach.

  "Just stop it, Jas. Enough."

  "Enough of what?"

  "This... bullshit!" I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. "You're acting like you own me, but you won't even call me your girlfriend. What kind of man traps a woman, not letting her meet other people but won’t give whatever we have a title?"

  "The kind that isn't letting you walk away from this." He backs me up into a corner and my back flattens against the wall. "You're mine, Petal, whether you admit it or not."

  "All you've done so far is give me whiplash.”

  "And make your wildest fantasies come true." He smirks. I don't need the fucking reminder and he knows as well as I do, if he reached between my legs right now, his fingers would get wet. "Fight it all you want, but you're obsessed with me, too."

  "I'm not," I murmur.

  "Oh, you are. You can't help it."

  I roll my eyes. I don't want to argue with Jasper again, but he's getting on my last nerve.

  "Maybe I should leave you be for a while," he says thoughtfully. "Let you deal with your own problems. You need to learn how to take better care of yourself, anyway."

  My breathing catches. "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "Maybe you should go on a date with Bill," he delivers the punch, making my heart and my head hurt. "Maybe it would be better for you to date a normal, regular guy."

  "But..." I don't finish my sentence. Jas heads back into the bedroom and I follow in his footsteps, shaking all over. I want to hurt him. Scratch him. At the same time, I want to beg him to stay, to keep me, but I'm too afraid to so much as open my mouth.

  I watch silently as he pulls on his jeans, and then looks over to me, saying. “Maybe it’s time to end the fantasy. It wouldn’t have lasted anyway."

  Those times I was thrown out from my foster homes play in a loop at the back of my head, then the times my last two boyfriends broke up me, then all the times anyone and anything I cared about abandoned me.

  Something snaps inside me then, and I lose it.

  "You fucking jerk! How can you say that to me? How can you fucking abandon me, you monster? You're just like everyone else! Just like everyone who's left me!" I approach him and start slamming my fists against his chest, cursing him out, screaming at the top of my voice. "I hate you, Jas, I'll never forgive you, never forget this, you sick bastard!"

  Jasper does his best to stop me, but when it doesn't work, he simply grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. "If you're not going to calm down right now, I'm going to force you in the shower and hose you down, Petal."

  It only makes me crazier, and when I'm kicking him, my foot lands right in his crotch. J
asper groans, and though he must be in excruciating pain, he still sets me down softly, trying to make sure I'm okay before holding his bulge and cursing out loud.

  "Fuck me, you've got a kick on you, Pet."

  I launch myself at him again, but this time, he tries to calm me down with soft whispers, his voice just as soothing as his touch. He runs his hands over my hair to make me feel better, but it only makes me angrier. I thought that one snap would be it, but it keeps happening, and I keep breaking, falling apart over and over again.

  I'm sobbing, and I collapse on the floor with tears flooding my vision. "Just go, Jasper, just go, please, just let me go."

  "No." His answer is firm as he kneels next to me. "I'm making sure you're okay."

  I can't stop crying, and I can't stop my instincts either. Unfortunately, my body is convinced Jas is out to hurt me, to abandon me like everyone else, and I start kicking him again, screaming, scratching. My long nails dig into his skin and he curses out loud as I continue my vicious attack.

  "Petal, calm down. It's all going to be okay," he tells me in his calmest voice. "I'm here, baby, I'm here." He pulls me against him, flattening my arms against my body and holding me so tight I can barely move a limb. Strangely, feeling restricted like that helps. It means I don't have to worry about protecting myself – Jas has got that part down pat.

  "I hate you," I get out through sobs.

  "I know you do, Pet, I know you do." We're sitting on the floor, with Jas' back against the door and me shaking and trembling in his arms. "You don't have to hate me, though. But you can if it helps, okay? I'm here to make it better, Petal. See? I'm already making it better."

  He's right. I've stopped resisting him, though the sobs are still racking through my body.

  "Can you see how I'm helping?" he asks, and I nod. His arms tighten around me in a constricting hug. I don't know how he's doing this, but the cloud slowly seeps away. "Look how much better it feels when you let me help, Petal. Just relax, okay? Sink into this. Let me hold you."

  He forces my arms down for the umpteenth time and I let him, a giggle ripping from my lips amid all the sobs. It doesn't escape Jasper's notice, and he kisses the top of my head before gently going on, trying to calm me down.

  "That's a good girl, Pet, you're being so good. You're going to start feeling even better now. Almost back to normal. Almost back there. You feel it?"

  "I feel i-it," I stutter, my voice painfully hoarse from all the crying.

  "Good girl. It was just an anxiety attack. We can deal with those."

  The way he says we makes my heart soar, but the memories of the rest of the night are still too sore in my head. I push him away and stumble when I pick myself up. Jas reaches for me, but I shake my head, signaling that I'm fine. He rises to his feet too, keeping a safe distance from me, probably in case I attack him again.

  "You're the only one who's ever managed to calm me down after an anxiety attack," I mutter.

  "Really? What about your parents?" he wonders out loud.

  Instantly, my expression is replaced by a grimace and I motion for him not to go there.

  "Sorry, Petal."

  "It's fine." I sigh, my voice still broken and my throat sore from the crying. "Jas, I need you to leave."

  "I don't want to leave when you're feeling like this."

  "I'll be fine," I promise him. "I've dealt with it plenty of times before. Thanks for your help, but I can handle it from here."

  "As you wish. I'll see you soon."

  "Jas..." He looks at me and I stare at the floor. It's too fucking painful. "It's over."

  "What the fuck do you mean?"

  "I mean I can't do this anymore." My voice is trembling, and I'm scared of his reaction, but I force myself to go on. "It's over, Jas."

  I expect a reaction from him. Anger, jealousy. But there's nothing. He merely smiles and nods before grabbing his clothes off the bed and getting dressed again. I watch him with crossed arms, my heart beating fast as I quickly blurt. "I just want everything to go back to the way it was before."

  "Of course," he replies, his voice so calm it cuts through me. "I'll give you what you want, Petal."

  I watch in silence as he gets dressed, then walk him to the door. He doesn't say a word as I open it, and he leaves without looking back. He never says goodbye, and I lock the door behind me, wiping off a stray tear.

  That's it, then.

  Over.

  Just the way I wanted it.

  The next morning, it feels like I have a piece missing.

  I go about my morning routine, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm thinking about him. Jasper. I miss him, and it hurts.

  I drive to the hospital that morning and park in the lot behind the building. As I'm getting out of the car, I feel the prickling at the back of my neck again, as if someone's watching me.

  Glancing around the parking lot, I don't see anyone but a few other nurses getting ready to start their workday. But then there's a movement to my right, and I look straight at him.

  Jasper.

  He's standing there, leaning casually against his car.

  He sees me watching, and when our eyes connect, he smirks at me.

  Did he follow me again?

  I don't walk up to him to ask. Instead, I head for the hospital, my heart pounding with unanswered questions.

  Bill greets me and I greet him back, pretending not to have notice Jasper as we walk up to the ER.

  I smile to myself as I enter the building, and this time, it's genuine.

  Looks like he isn't done with me, after all.

  23

  Jasper

  I stare at my handiwork with a smile on my face.

  Or maybe, it’s a sneer.

  All I know is that when my little Petal comes home today, a different type of surprise will be waiting for her.

  The cats roam around me, touching the metal and feeling it up. They need to stay out when my plan comes into play.

  My phone vibrates, and I curse under my breath when I see Lucio’s name.

  “Jasper Cain.”

  “How far are you?” There’s no pause whatsoever. No, ‘How is it going?’. Not that I would expect that from Lucio —he’s all about his personal gain and business.

  “Tracking him down. He’s working in one of the companies downtown. I need information about employers.”

  “And? I can’t see why this is taking you so long. You have the Costa name and that will get you any information you need.”

  “Not all. Some companies have strict policies.”

  “Then fucking torture the information out of them.”

  “On it.”

  “You only have days before I take the matter into my hands.”

  The line goes dead.

  The thing about the employer is true. From what Sarah mentioned, Joseph clearly works in the city, and he’s hidden enough to go unnoticed, which could mean he’s either working for the Costas or the Costas’ allies. The best ploy to be hidden from an enemy is to sneak into their compound.

  But that’s as much as I have.

  I might have been slacking because of the maddening obsession with my little Petal. Or because deep down, I have no interest in slaughtering Joseph.

  The sooner I find him, the sooner he’s dead.

  If it comes to his life versus mine, it’s definitely going to be his.

  The locks turns and my muscles tighten with a different type of emotions —anticipation, fucking thrill.

  I drop the phone into my jacket pocket as I tiptoe to the entrance.

  The cats run toward the door, mewling and asking for attention. I gave them food so they wouldn’t interfere tonight.

  “How have you been, guys? I missed you so much.” My little Petal hunches over to scratch under their jaws, her voice is soft and small.

  My dick hardens, throbbing with arousal, and I don’t bother to readjust it, letting it revel in anticipation at what’s about to go down.

  My little Petal does
n’t notice me as I slowly creep behind her. I’m so quiet, even the cats don’t pay me attention, focusing on the petting they’re getting.

  She rises to her feet. “Today was busy, I feel so exhausted and could use a bath and —”

  Her words cut off when I wrap a hand around her mouth from behind, my chest gluing to her back until my hard cock nuzzles against her ass.

  And yes, I’m already naked.

  A muffled groan slips from her mouth as she struggles against me. Her bag falls to the ground, its contents spilling on the floor causing the cats to escape in different directions.

  My other hand yanks both her arms behind her back, binding them by the wrists. My voice is low and threatening as I whisper in her ear, “Good evening, Pet.”

  A shudder goes through her body and sweat sticks her hair to her nape. For a second, her eyes light up with a sick type of pleasure. If I reached under her jeans, I’m sure she’d soak my fingers.

  But that’s not for now.

  She goes back to struggling, wiggling sideways and groaning. It’s her kink, the fight, the knowledge that she has nowhere to go even if she tried.

  “The more you do that,” I murmur against the shell of her ear as I thrust my hips, letting my cock nestle against her jeans. “The harder I’ll get for you, the more merciless I’ll fuck you, the dirtier I’ll break you.”

  Her mouth trembles against my hand, but instead of submitting like a good Pet, she chooses the other road, the one where I promised I’ll fuck her hard and merciless.

  The fight in her tiny limbs heightens tenfold and her back arches as she tries to free her hands, to kick me, scratch me.

  “Good girl,” I say, and I could swear a soft moan escapes her.

  Using my hold on her mouth and wrists, I pull her to the middle of the living room. Her feet drag on the wooden floor as she tries to push me off, to deny that she doesn’t like this.

  “You know, the more you talk to other men in front of me, the crueler I become about owning you. But perhaps that’s what you want, my pet.” I remove my hand from her mouth and release her hair, letting the black strands fall to her shoulders before I push them to one side.