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

by Rina Kent

  “N-no,” she pants, her head tilting slightly. “Why do you keep doing this, Jasper?”

  “Doing what? Making your fantasies come true?”

  “Fucking with me, invading my space.”

  “None of this would’ve happened if you weren’t with that fucker yesterday. You know how crazy I get when someone touches you, you know I’m capable of cold-blooded murder, and yet you still fucking provoke me.” I curl her strands against my hand in a fist and tug her back by it so her flushed face is completely focused on mine. “You’re a tease, aren’t you, Pet?”

  “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh, you will. When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t think about any other man but me. You’ll be begging for my cock and you won’t get it.”

  Her breath hitches as I direct her head to my handiwork. A small metal cage sits in the corner. It will barely fit her, but it’ll be the perfect punishment for her.

  The way her body trembles is enough evidence that deep down, in the corners of her soul, she’s curious about this. She wants to know how it feels.

  “You know what that is?” I lick the shell of her ear before I bite down on it, eliciting a whimper from her.

  “Don’t,” her voice is pleading, scared.

  Good.

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t do this.” Her eyes dart between me and the cage.

  “It feels better than watching it on those porn sites. I can promise you that, Pet.”

  Her cheeks redden, shamed by her fantasies.

  “Stop talking about that.” Her voice is spooked as if she were caught sinning by a priest.

  “You don’t have to hide yourself from me. You’re all mine, the good and the dark and the fucked up.”

  Even her anxiety attacks are mine. Everything about her is.

  I push her head down against the sofa, making sure the cage is in view. When she orgasms, I want her to know what the end is going to be. It won’t be a fairytale with a happy ever after, it’ll be a cage with cold metal. I want her to think about all her fantasies and realize they’re nothing compared to what I can do to her.

  With her knees on the ground and her upper body leaning against the couch, I hold her down with my fist on her hair and release her wrists.

  She doesn’t fight as I expect her to. Well, well. My little Petal is eager for this.

  Her nails dig into the sofa, waiting for the inevitable, or probably excited for it.

  One way to find out.

  I yank down her jeans and panties then throw them away. Her pale ass comes into view, still a little bruised from the other night’s spanking. I bring my hand down on it again, to make sure she always has my marks on her. She cries out, her nails sinking into the couch.

  Her arousal coats the air and I inhale it in with a smirk on my lips. “What turns you on, Pet?” I grab her ass cheek then hit it again, relishing in the sting of flesh against flesh. “The spanking?” I thrust two fingers inside her wet cunt. “The pain?” I release her and rip her blouse and bra off her. “The fucking helplessness?”

  She’s panting so hard, her full tits crush back against the couch as she lies her head on the leather, her cheeks red.

  “Answer me.” I pull her back by the hair, so she’s tilted in my direction.

  “Just do it, Jasper.” her body is coated with perspiration, anticipation, and the excitement of the unknown.

  “Not until you answer. What turns you on, Pet?”

  “You.” The word falls from her lips like a prayer.

  I almost shoot my load over her ass there and then.

  Fuck. It’s a simple word and yet it fucks me up like no other.

  “Me?” I ask.

  “Yes, you. I wouldn’t have been this turned on if it was someone else. It’s not about the fantasy.” She draws an involuntary breath. “It’s about the person fulfilling the fantasy. You.”

  Me.

  I slam inside her in one rough go and she screams. Just like that, she fucking comes by penetration alone. That’s a new level even for her.

  My little Petal was so stimulated, she only needed a touch to detonate.

  “You’re mine, Pet.” I fist my hand around her hair and pull her by it. “Don’t act like you aren’t. Don’t fucking let others close to what I own.”

  She’s still coming down when I pull out, cutting off her orgasm.

  “W-what? Why did you stop?”

  “Because you don’t get my cock after what you did.” It was a spur of the moment thing anyway. I wasn’t supposed to fuck her at all tonight, but after she said those words, I lost control.

  Which is becoming my modus operandi around this woman.

  I slap her ass again and she yelps, a soft sob tearing from her lips.

  She doesn’t tell me to stop though. If anything, her ass wiggles in my direction.

  Kneeling behind her, I pull her cheeks apart and thrust my tongue against her swollen cunt.

  She bucks off and I slap her ass. “Don’t move.”

  Her fingers go back to helplessly clutch the sofa as I lap my tongue against her slit, her juices coat my lips as I thrust it inside, tongue-fucking her, owning her.

  She tries to wiggle against me, demanding to continue her earlier release, but I slap her ass twice and she immediately stops.

  “You want more, Pet?”

  “Yes, yes…”

  “Then maybe you shouldn’t let others close to what’s mine.”

  “I won’t... I promise.”

  “You promise, huh?”

  “Yes, please, Jasper. Please.”

  Those words, the begging, my name on her trembling lips is my encouragement. I tease her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers harder and more mercilessly into her hot pussy.

  She convulses all around me, her slick wetness coating my fingers as she comes. Her moan is muffled against the couch, her nails digging into the material as if it’s a lifeline. Like she’s falling, and I’ll be the only one who catches her or lets her drop. Which is true.

  I don’t stop as she comes down from her orgasm. My tongue and fingers take turns in thrusting in and out of her until she moans again, this time it’s tired, but it’s not less wanton.

  “Stop, stop!” she cries, trying to push off the couch, but I pin her in place on the ground and wrench another orgasm out of her with my tongue.

  It’s quicker this time. Her body is so used to my touch, she’s easily stimulated, easily brought to the heights of pleasure.

  Easily mine.

  Fucking mine.

  By the third orgasm, she’s sobbing, tears streaking down her cheeks. I stand up and she lies slumped on the couch sideways. Her hands are limp by her sides, her tits are coated with sweat, and her nipples are hard like pebbles.

  But the look in her eyes, fuck, the look in those storms.

  She stares up at me with a half-lidded gaze, utterly satisfied, a little scared, but satisfied.

  She’s still sniffling from the force of her orgasms. Her entire body is flushed red, and her hair sticks to her nape with sweat.

  And then she does something. My little Petal turns around and pulls her body up so she’s sitting on the ground and opens her legs. It’s the slightest opening, but it’s enough to give me a full fucking view of the glistening pussy I devoured seconds ago.

  She glances at my hard cock, bites her lower lip then looks away, cheeks coated in crimson.

  Fuck me.

  It’s her way to ask me to fuck her. She’s stimulated to the point she begged me to stop, but she still wants me to fuck her.

  “Look at me.”

  She slowly does and I wipe my mouth, making her watch me run my tongue over the evidence of her arousal.

  My little Petal’s lips part and she never breaks eye contact.

  “You want my cock inside you, Pet?”

  She says nothing, seemingly entranced by how I lick her off me.

  “Answer and I might consid
er it.” I make a show of sucking on the fingers that were inside her.

  “I d-do.”

  “Say it.”

  “I-I want your cock.”

  “Where?”

  “Inside me.” She lowers her gaze. “I want you inside me.”

  “Even when you’re sore?”

  “Y-yes.” She’s ashamed of that, but she can’t stop it, even if she wants to.

  My hand runs up and down my length and her eyes follow my every movement with longing —deep, fatal and out of control.

  “Too bad you don’t deserve it after going in the hospital with Bill when I was right there.”

  Her gray eyes snap to mine, a slight furrow between her brows.

  “You have an objection, Pet?”

  She bites her lower lip but says nothing.

  “You think you deserve being fucked after that stunt with the nurse?”

  “Jasper…” she whispers and trails off before saying it’s not fair.

  “Get on your hands and knees.”

  She gives me a quizzical look, her eyes never leaving my cock as I pump it up and down in an angry rhythm.

  A second passes before she sucks in an audible breath and falls to her knees, trembling and spent, but still so fucking beautiful.

  “Crawl to the cage.”

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me.”

  “But—”

  “Crawl.” The word is firm and non-negotiable.

  Her lower lip trembles, but she does as she’s told, only stopping to watch me angrily tugging on my dick.

  It’s demanding her heat, to use her, to be with her, but this is her punishment. She’ll suffer even if I have to be tortured, too.

  My little Petal stops in front of the open door and stares up at me. Her gaze is innocent, almost too innocent. It reminds me of someone, but who?

  “Inside.”

  “I won’t fit in there,” she murmurs.

  “Yes, you will. Bend your knees.”

  She does as she’s told until she’s safely tucked inside, holding her knees to her chest.

  “Close it.” I stand in front of her.

  Her trembling fingers latch onto the door and she pulls it closed.

  I tug harder and faster on my dick as I watch her, vulnerable, naked, and all fucking mine.

  “I could’ve fucked you tonight,” I groan with the anger I feel.

  “Then do it.”

  “No. You made a mistake.”

  “Jasper, please.” She stares between me and my dick, seeing that I’m close.

  “Open your legs and your mouth.”

  She complies, a sliver of excitement on her face.

  “Are you mine, Pet?”

  “I-I am.”

  “Repeat it.”

  “I’m yours.”

  “Just mine?”

  “Just yours.”

  I come then.

  My shoulders and ass tighten with the force of my release. My cum splatters through the bars of the cage, covers her mouth, lips, tits and drips down her legs.

  She’s marked and all mine.

  Her eyes draw downward with obvious disappointment even though she licks her lips —licks me.

  I reach through the bars and smear my cum over her mouth then thrust two fingers inside, making her suck them.

  When they’re clean, she releases the digits with a pop.

  “Good girl.”

  “I hate you.” A tear slides down her cheek as she trembles with unfinished lust. “I hate you so much.”

  “I hate you, too, my pet.”

  I just don’t know when our hate started to morph into something entirely different.

  24

  Georgina

  It's the middle of the night when there's a knock on the door.

  I groan at my stiff limbs, rubbing my eyes.

  "Who the fuck is that?" Jasper demands, and I shrug, still sleepy and uncomfortable in my cage.

  "Let me go check," I mutter just as the person on the other side of the door begins talking.

  "Georgie, are you in there? It's me, Bill."

  I exchange a glance with Jas, and he presses a finger to his lips, motioning for me to stay quiet.

  "I'll get rid of him," I whisper.

  "No, you won't." He grits out the words, opening the cage and dragging me out, and an excited yelp leaves my lips. "I'm dealing with this fucker once and for fucking all. He's crossed the last strike. He's done."

  "Don't hurt him," I warn, but it's the last few words I get out, because the next moment, Jas swipes my panties up off the floor and shoves them in my mouth. They're dripping wet with my juices, and I flush as he drags me to the bedroom and handcuffs me back to the bed.

  “Behave,” he pats my cheek, and my heart races as he heads for the door.

  He leaves the bedroom door open, so I get to listen to the whole conversation, though I can't see Bill from where I'm splayed out on the bed.

  "Can I help you?" Jas' voice booms from the hallway.

  "Umm... Who are you? Oh,” I hear Bill say.

  "I think I should ask you the same. What the fuck are you doing here?"

  "Checking on Georgie." Bill's voice is defensive. "I just want to make sure she's okay."

  "She's doing just fine," Jasper bites out. "Now, can I help you with something? Like getting your ass the fuck out of here?"

  "Excuse me," Bill huffs. "I don't appreciate being talked to like that. I only want the best for Georgie and I truly don't think you're it."

  The sound of Jas' laughter fills the hallway as I struggle against the handcuffs. I don't even know whether I want Bill to help or not. A part of me wants this. Wants to be Jas' willing captive. Another part is desperate to break free, and I still don't know which one is winning.

  "I think I'll be the judge of that," Jasper says coolly. "Or better yet, Georgie will. I'm sure you can check in with her at work, she'll tell you just how much she's fucking loving having me around."

  "You're sick," Bill tells him. "I know you're doing something messed up to her in there. I'm going to come back with the cops if you don't stop."

  "Are you threatening me?" I can feel Jasper's rage all the way down the hallway, and it makes me shiver and fear for Bill.

  "Yes, I am," Bill pipes up. He's either the bravest or the stupidest man alive, and I really hope he's smart enough not to come back here, because Jas is probably moments away from killing him. "I'm coming back in a few hours, and I'll bring my friend who works for the police."

  "Try me," Jas grits out. "Just try me. Because I'm going to make you wish you were never fucking born."

  I blink faster and faster, praying Bill just leaves.

  "You're a terrible man," he finally mutters, and I hear the sound of retreating footsteps. "Awful, horrible man."

  "You better run," Jas laughs before closing the door, locking it, and walking back into my bedroom. "Did you hear that, Pet? You have a knight in shining armor trying to save you from the big bad wolf. Think he can take me?"

  I struggle against the cuffs, glaring at him, still unable to speak because of the panties he's stuffed into my mouth. But Jas pays me no mind, ignoring my struggles.

  "You know you'll never be free, don't you, Petal?"

  My eyes grow wider as I stare at him, huffing against my panties.

  "I'm not going to let you go. I know you keep worrying your pretty little head about it, Pet, but there's really nothing you can do or say that will make me stop. I'm always going to be the shadow following your every footstep. I'll never let you go. You'll never be free again.”

  A lone tear slips down my cheek as I listen to him go on, helpless in the position he's forced me into.

  "By the time that loser drags his ass back here with the cops," Jas muses. "I'll have you ready to tell them anything I want to hear from your lips. That's how it works, isn't it, Petal? You'll do any-fucking-thing for me, because you just can't help yourself. You're a little whore at the core, and nothing I
can do is going to change it."

  I let out a scream but it comes out muffled because of my gag. I thrash against the cuffs to no avail.

  "Maybe if you admit to what a fucking slut you are, I'll spare you some embarrassment," Jasper says. "If you beg hard enough. How about that, Petal? You think you can beg for me?"

  I keep glaring at him, and he smirks before yanking my panties from my mouth. Spit dribbles down my chin and I stare at him with hatred.

  But I don't scream, and it makes him chuckle. He knew I wasn't going to. That I was too under his messed-up influence to worry about what was right and what was wrong.

  "Answer me, Pet. Are you going to beg for me?"

  "Fuck you," I spit out.

  Before the second word is out of my mouth, I wince, knowing what's going to happen next. And Jas doesn't disappoint. With a low chuckle, he slaps my pussy, making me yelp.

  "Stop it!"

  "Only when you beg," he hisses. "Beg, pretty Petal. Fucking beg for me."

  "Never."

  "You keep lying to us both. We both know you'll be asking for more before that loser gets back here. You'll do fucking anything."

  "Fuck you," I say again, weaker this time.

  "All I have to do is toy with this..." He slaps me again, making me gasp as he tickles my clit with his pointer finger. "See, look how much your pretty cunt loves that. She wants all the attention. And you want to come now, don't you, pretty Petal?"

  "N-No," I manage, though my body is already threatening to erupt into waves of pleasure.

  "No?" He sticks three fingers inside me without warning and I mewl with embarrassment, realizing how wet I am for him. Jas notices too, chuckling when he feels my pussy tighten around his intrusive fingers. "You're not going to beg me? Not even when I'm asking so nicely?"

  I shake my head and he sneers at me.

  "What if your orgasm depends on it? What if I don't let you come unless you beg me for it?"

  "P-Please." Shame burns my cheeks. How easily I gave up. How simple it was for me to break my own rules and do everything he tells me.

  "That's the right attitude, little Pet. Come on, I know you can give me more. Keep asking for it."

  He finger-fucks me relentlessly and my body twists on top of the pillows, demanding the release he's keeping away from me.