He gave me his weight, leaned across to the nightstand, retrieved a condom from the drawer, tore it open, rolled it down the length of his cock, then shoved himself inside me with no preliminaries, without even so much as a word.
I cried out in shock. My nails bit into his back so hard I was sure I’d broken the skin.
He turned his face to my ear. “You wanna make me bleed, baby?” he said, his voice rough. “Go ahead. Won’t be nothin’ new. You been doin’ it every single fuckin’ minute since we first met.”
He thrust even deeper into me. I groaned, wanting more, hating him, hating myself.
His teeth grazed my shoulder. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my hips. He thrust again, and again, each time harder and more mercilessly.
This wasn’t making love. This was fucking. It was raw and angry and hopeless and devouring . . .
And it was exactly what I needed.
I said his name on an exhalation, dragging my nails down his back, my hips moving in time with his. I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and cupped his hard ass, pulling him deeper into me. He started a new rhythm, one thrust alternating with an amazing, fluid swirl of his hips that dragged his pelvis across my clit and around an incredibly sensitive spot inside me.
This time when I said his name, it was more of a helpless moan.
His hand gripped my throat with just enough pressure to alarm me. My eyes flew open. A flicker of panic winged through my chest.
“Come and you’re mine,” he panted, his face hard. “That’s the deal, remember?”
“Fuck your deal! No deal!”
“Fine, then. Don’t come.” His smile was evil. His hips continued their torture. He bent his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I couldn’t stop the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips, not for all the money in the world.
Against my breast, he chuckled.
“I hate you.”
It was a whisper, nothing more, but Nico reacted as if I’d shouted it to the hills. He reared up on his elbows, sank his fingers into my hair, and said, “You’re a fuckin’ liar! Tell me the truth, Kat!”
Something inside me broke then. I felt it, like someone had taken my heart and just snapped it in two, as if it had no more strength or substance than a toothpick. I began to cry.
“You’re the liar! And I do hate you! I do!”
Nico pressed his cheek to mine. His heart pounded frantically in his chest. “If you wanna call what you feel for me hate, then I hate you, too, baby. I hate you with my whole heart.”