If You Hate Me (Toronto Terror #1) Read Online Helena Hunting

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Toronto Terror Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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“Guess I’m about to find out, eh?”

I suck the skin when I reach her collarbone and bite the swell of her breast just above her nipple. “You moan in your sleep all the goddamn time.”

“I do not.”

“You do. It wakes me up almost every fucking night.” She makes the softest sounds. Little whimpers that have me wondering what’s eating up her subconscious. “I bet you’re dreaming about me. Wishing I’d come up there and give you what you think you want.” It’s been happening to me all week.

“Why are you still talking?”

I cover her nipple through the thin fabric of her top and bite, then suck hard. She groans and pulls against my restraining hands, pushing her chest toward my mouth.

I release her ponytail so I can pull her tank down. The stitching tears as her breast pops out. Even her nipples are perfect. A deep blushing pink. Small and delicate. Suckable. Biteable. I do both.

She moans and rolls her hips, giving much needed friction to my aching cock. I free her other breast and lave her nipple, sucking it to a point, biting the swell hard enough to make her cry out. I palm her breast and roll the wet peak between my fingers as I kiss my way across her throat, just like I wanted to.

“You should tell me to stop.” It’s half challenge, half demand. This has the potential to ruin everything, but I can’t find the will to walk away. I need to get her out of my system once and for all.

She scoffs. “And miss the opportunity to see you stew in your self-loathing because you couldn’t help yourself?”

“And you won’t feel the same way?” I work my way back down to her breasts. I can’t get enough—of the sounds she makes when I use teeth, of the way she rolls her hips when I suck a nipple, or her soft sigh when I tongue her.

“Oh, for sure I will. But your suffering will make it worth it.” One of her feet catches in the back of my boxer briefs.

“You’re a vindictive little thing, aren’t you?” I roughly suck her nipple, frustrated that I made it this way between us. Turned us into a war.

“Stop talking and show me how much I don’t want your attention, Tristan.”

I release her wrists and grip her ass, carrying her across the condo to my bedroom. I close the door with my foot, then lock it. Just in case. A trickle of fear slithers down my spine. If Flip finds out…

It’s a risk I shouldn’t take. But the only reason I’ll stop now is if Beat tells me to. I unhook her legs from my waist and toss her on the unmade bed. She squeals and bounces once and then props herself on her elbows.

Her eyes rake over me. “Such a waste of a pretty face.” Her expression and tone reflect her irritation.

For a moment I wish I could erase the ugliness between us. But it’s better this way. If she hates me, it’s just about sex. I shove my boxer briefs over my hips, freeing my erection.

Her breath leaves her in a whoosh. “Good fucking God.”

I grip my cock in my fist and give it a slow stroke. “Now would be a good time to run, little Bea.”

She pulls her tank over her head and tosses it aside. Then lies back and shimmies her sleep shorts over her hips, kicking them at me. I nab them out of the air and bring them to my nose, inhaling deeply. They’re damp at the crotch and smell like fresh want.

Her eyes flare. “You dirty fucker.”

I smile darkly. “You have no idea, but you’re about to.”

I grab her ankle and drag her to the edge of the mattress. Hooking her legs into the crook of my arms, I push them to her chest and spread her wide. I grip her right breast with one hand and tug at the soft patch of dark curls with the other. When I’m an inch away from her pussy, I turn my head, bite the inside of her thigh, and suck on the skin, hard.

She shrieks and her hands go to my hair, threading through and yanking roughly.

“Keep it up and I’ll tie you to my bed,” I warn.

“Fuck you.” Her grip loosens, though.

“Mmmm...” I lick along the juncture of her thigh, close to where I want my mouth. “Soon you’ll be begging me to fuck you.” This is what I’m good at. This is where I can channel my frustration.

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Do you ever stop being annoying?” I suck her pussy lip and bite, not hard, just enough to make her gasp. Even her pussy is perfect. It’s frustratingly pretty, with soft pink lips and a tiny clit peeking out from between the folds, begging to be licked and sucked.


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