Empire of Hate (Empire #3) by Rina Kent

Now, I need to tiptoe around in my own house.

I kick my clothes away, retrieve a small object I bought earlier when she wasn’t looking, and step into the bathroom.

The steam invades the space enough to create a mystic smoke-like aura around Nicole.

And the conundrum doesn’t escape me. She’s like smoke now, I can touch it, but it’ll eventually vanish.

Like she did before.

I banish those poisonous thoughts out of my head and rake my gaze over her sublime curves, smooth waist, and her peach-like arse.

She’s facing the wall, tilting her head back and letting the water cascade over her. And I’m almost sure I trapped an angel, one I don’t intend to ever let go.

I slide behind her and grasp her chin that’s tilted back. She startles and I can’t resist pushing a finger inside her mouth.

She sucks on it, stirring my dick to life with each pull of her lips.

“About that BJ, Peaches.” I grab her arse and squeeze until she moans. “I’m upgrading it to a shower fuck. And by that, I mean your pussy, then your arse.”

A gasp escapes her delicate throat, her biteable lips falling open around my finger.

The pads of my fingers dig into the flesh of her arse cheek and I slowly part it. “Did someone touch this?”

“No…” She stares at me over her shoulder, and I nearly come then and there.

I always wondered about the meaning behind the way Nicole looked at me. It was blank, annoyed almost, so I settled on the fact that she was a bitch, but I never thought that she’s not actually annoyed with me.

She was probably annoyed at herself for watching me.

For feeling the need to leave me her seductive peach lollipops and being around me whether she liked it or not.

And now, that look is back, the slight annoyance mixed with deep lust.

“You hate it, don’t you?” I jam my knee between her legs, intentionally brushing my skin against her core. “You hate how much your little cunt wants my dick.”

She mumbles what seems like a “shut up.”

I chuckle against her ear, earning a shudder, then bite down on the outer shell. “You hate that we’re so compatible, you probably touched yourself to the memory of us late at night, under the covers, in one of your cotton robes. But it never felt real, did it? Not like this.”

I wrap an arm around her waist and drive into her from behind. She gets on her tiptoes, slightly biting my fingers.

But she pushes back into me, bending her back slightly as she slaps both her hands on the wall for balance.

A wave of possessiveness drags me to a dark hole and I remove my finger from her mouth, then grab her hair in a tight ponytail. I pull her back and lick my way from her tantalizing throat to her ear. “I want you to scream, Nicole, not hold it in.”

She shakes, due to pleasure or something else, I have no clue. It’s probably both.

“I…don’t do that.”

“You will now. You’ll scream for me when I fuck you.”

“D-Daniel…” she strains, staring at me from underneath her lashes and I can feel her stiffening. “I can’t do that…”

“Do you trust me?”

I hate that it takes her some time to nod her head, but again, I didn’t have a great track record with her thus far.

“I’ll make it good.” I kiss her deep but fast. “I promise.”

The moment I release her mouth, her lips find mine again, then she whispers against them, “Make me forget, please.”

I do just that.

I fuck her hard, my hand gripping her jaw, kissing her anywhere and everywhere I can reach. On her eyelashes, cheek, nose, throat, beauty mole, and those delicious fucking lips that taste like peaches.

Nicole explores me as well, her fingers getting lost in my hair as she kisses the line of my jaw and whatever she can reach of my neck.

She even sucks the skin there and I do the same, leaving my mark on her as deep as she engraves her mark on me.

The water beats down on us like a violent participant in our intense fucking. It’s a witness of how much this woman drives me bloody insane.

Like I’m seriously considering seeing someone about my damn unhealthy tendencies when it comes to her.

The blonde who made me hate all blondes.

The woman who broke my heart and is slowly mending it back together again.

Her breath hitches and I know she’s getting close. So I release her hair, part her arse cheeks and drive the butt plug in. Her moan echoes around us like the most sophisticated music.

“Does it feel full, Peaches?”

“Yes…oh, God…”

“Don’t push it out, if you can’t handle that, how will you take my cock?”

I up my rhythm until she’s gasping with her mouth wide open. I fuck her harder until I feel the thin line separating my dick from the plug.

Then, the most beautiful thing happens when she comes. Her eyes meet mine and she screams.

It’s not a sound.

It’s my name.

I kiss it out of her lips as I keep my unhinged rhythm, then I wrench my mouth from her. “I’m going to fuck your arse, Nicole.”

“O-okay.”

“It might hurt. Scratch that, it'll hurt like that first time I tore through your virgin cunt.”

“I don’t care if it’s you,” she speaks against my lips, then whispers in the most erotic voice I’ve ever heard. “Fuck me, Daniel.”