Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 6

EVA.

Hot liquid burns through me. A hot, unquenchable thirst that can surprisingly and unfortunately be quenched at this moment by him only.

My hands find themselves in his jacket when Emerson pulls my lower lip in his mouth, and tug on it hard; enough to draw a string of pain and pleasure through me.

My want explodes into a need, and a sound between a moan and a gasp slips through my parted lips as Emerson's hand move from my hair to my waist, pressing me hard against his chest.

He pulls away for a split second, his breathing hard and loud, and mine is the same. Our eyes don't leave each other and our hands stay fitted to their spots before Emerson pushes me in again; his mouth fast, rough and aggressive against mine.

He begins to move, pulling me with me, stopping on occasions to check his direction then finding his mouth on mine again.

Lust has taken over my brain, and my entire body. Every. Fucking. Inch. Has been consumed by the taste and feel of Emerson Ford, and I don't want to stop. I hate that I don't want to stop. I hate that there's so single will to halt this before it turns into something more.

Emerson invades my senses once again as he pushes me against a hard surface. My body crashes against the car and I throw my head back, my eyes screwed shut as Emerson's lips travel down my neck. Leaving a burning, aching skin everywhere he touches.

"Don't fucking leave marks, " a hiss slips through my parted lips when he sucks on the sensitive spot of my neck and he chuckles against the skin, before he pulls back. "I don't think you have the right to make the decision here, Carson. You're at my fucking mercy and I'll do whatever the fuck I want. "

"I'm not at your fucking mercy, " I snap, though the hot need between my thighs for the bastard begs to differ. "I'm never at your fucking mercy, Ford. Don't get this fucking twisted. "

"Really?" He arches a mocking brow and a moan moves from my throat when he pushes his hand between us, and underneath the short skirt I have on to find my soaking panties. "What do you call this, Carson? You're so fucking wet for me. "

My gaze drops to his pants and I grip the front, squeezing his hardness in my hand. Emerson has a death glare on when I return my gaze to his face and a smirk climbs on my lips, "Seems like it's fucking mutual, Ford. You want this so don't you dare think you have a fucking advantage here. "

"Have I ever told you how intolerable you are?" He fists his hands in my hair and yanks it rough. The pain shoots through my scalp and has me dripping between my legs, right where Emerson's other hand rests.

"Wouldn't be the first time. " I gasp as I palm him through his pants and Emerson smirks as he pushes his face closer to mine. His lips rest on my jaw and he bites harshly on the skin before he pulls back, opens the car door and pushes me in.

My heart is racing fast in my chest as I watch him shut the door and enter through the driver's seat. Climbing in, he doesn't waste another second to pull me towards him and I straddle his laps, my hand coiling through his hair– tugging at the roots.

His hand move to my waist and he snatches my skirt upward as I roll my hips against his hard cock.

I tilt his head and lick his earlobe, earning a grunt from him. My lips travel down to his neck and Emerson takes the moment to slide the straps of my lace cropped top down my arms, leaving my chest bare to his eyes.

Alcohol gives confidence. Highness makes you make decisions that come back to bite you in the ass. The two combined is a whole fucking mess that leaves you a mindless goddamn idiot and that's the only explanation for why I'm on Emerson's lap, in the small space of his car with my skirt hitched up to my waist and my top slid off my arms... Rocking desperately against the hardness protruding against his pants might I add.

"Look at you, " Emerson breathes. "Rubbing your mess against me. What will daddy say when he hears his little daughter desperately seeks out an orgasm from the guy he hates so much?"

"I could say the same about you. " I moan, throwing my head to the back when he rolls my nipple in his hand. "You seem to be enjoying the sight of my chest, Ford. So much for the girl you'll gladly watch die. "

"I can watch you die tomorrow, Carson, " his hands find my hips and he takes over, going at a faster pace as he controls my movement. "Tonight, I'll fuck your brains out and make you take back those words. "

"So sure of yourself. " I laugh and he smirks, his hand slipping between my thighs and I moan when he shifts my pants to the side and rubs my swollen clit.

"It's more than that, Carson. What did I tell you about making you beg?" This motherfucking bástard.

"Not gonna fucking happen. " I hiss and he cocks his head as he adds another finger, his knuckles deep inside me and I let out another sound of a half gasp, half moan.

He pumps faster— in and out, in and out— and I struggle to keep my eyes open at the pleasure that rides over me as he curls his fingers and hit my sensitive spot, slowly pulling out when my moan increases before thrusting back in.

"Tell me, Carson. How badly do you need to come?" He presses his thumb to my clit and I hiss. "Tell me how badly you need me to let you come. Beg. For. It. "

"No!" My response is sharp and firm, but I doubt I can last very long if he keeps bringing me closer to my high, then snatching it from me and deterring me from going over the edge at the very last minute.

"Let's see how long you can last, Carson, " he whispers, turning my body around and pinning me to the steering wheel.

"Fuck..." I groan as Emerson presses on a button to give more space before taking his hand to my hips and I hum with closed eyes when his hands move to my ass and he rubs the flesh before slapping it.

I gasp. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"