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( smut incoming!)

"I fucking hate you," I said again, my voice dripping with venom as I stared into his infuriatingly beautiful eyes that always drove me insane.

"Oh, is that so?" he chuckled darkly, stepping closer. His face inched nearer to mine, and I found myself involuntarily retreating until my back collided with the wall, trapping me.

"Yes," I replied, but my voice betrayed me, wavering and unsteady.

"Then show me just how much you hate me," he challenged, his breath hot against my skin.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and something dangerously close to desire. "How?" I whispered, my voice trembling as my lips brushed against his.

"Tim!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice. He remained silent, his expression unreadable as he turned away, his broad back now facing me.

"Answer me, for fuck's sake!" I yelled, the frustration boiling over. In an instant, he whirled around, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Before I could react, he pressed me against the wall, his body flush against mine, a hand wrapping firmly around my throat.

"I'll show you," he whispered angrily, his voice a low growl. The heat of his body seeped into mine, and the proximity made it hard to think straight. His grip tightened just enough to make my breath hitch, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with tension. Every inch of my body was acutely aware of his, the anger in his eyes mirrored by the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. I hated him, but I wanted him. The line between the two blurred dangerously as he leaned closer, his lips hovering over mine.

"I hate you for turning me on," I breathed out, my words laced with frustration and desire.

He met my gaze with a smoldering intensity, his eyes dark with a mixture of longing and defiance. It felt oddly satisfying to see him lose control, to know that I was the one responsible for igniting that fire within him.

His lips crashed against mine with a desperate urgency, his kiss insistent and needy. He poured all of his pent-up emotions into that kiss, every ounce of passion and desire spilling over. There was an aggressiveness to it, a primal need that consumed us both.

We didn't need words to convey what we wanted. The way his hands gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer, spoke volumes. I could feel the intensity of his desire, matching my own with every touch, every caress.

His hands wandered, exploring every curve of my body, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. My groans were muffled by his mouth, swallowed up by the heat of our kiss. His tongue danced against mine, setting my senses ablaze.

My hands tangled in his messy hair, pulling him closer as his hands roamed lower, cupping the curves of my backside. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, a wave of pleasure coursing through me.

He nuzzled against my neck before dragging his teeth against my pulse point, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. His lips found the sensitive spot just below the corner of my jaw, and I couldn't help but moan at the exquisite sensation.

It felt incredible, his touch igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. His grip on my leg tightened as he hitched it over his hip, pressing his hardened length against me. The thin barrier of our clothes was the only thing separating us, heightening the intensity of the moment.

I gasped as he thrust upward, pinning me against the wall with a force that left me breathless. Another moan escaped my lips, earning a satisfied smile from him as he continued his ministrations.

"Lucy," he murmured huskily against my lips, his voice rough and gravelly in the most intoxicating way possible. It sent a shiver down my spine, the sheer sexiness of it overwhelming.

"Make that noise again," he demanded, his voice dripping with desire as he pressed closer, his breath hot against my throat. The way he spoke, the raspiness of his voice, it sent a surge of yearning coursing through me, pooling between my thighs.

"Only if you keep doing that," I breathed, gazing down at him, my legs still wrapped tightly around his torso as I was pressed against the wall. The warmth of his body radiated through his shirt, and I could feel every tense muscle beneath.

He stood up a little straighter, bringing his piercing blue eyes level with mine. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, we were lost in the electric tension between us.

Slowly he pushed his hips and throbbing his erection against me.

Every inch of me was ablaze with desire, the heat intensifying with each touch. The fire inside me grew with every movement, building and pulsing harder with each thrust of his hips against mine, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My skin tingled, and my breath quickened, the sensation overwhelming as we moved together in perfect rhythm.

Being this close to him allowed me to study his face in detail. His features were so flawlessly sculpted, with sharp angles and a smooth, even skin tone that seemed almost unreal. The way his eyes captured the light, the subtle curve of his lips, and the perfect symmetry of his face—it was infuriating.

I hated it.

But then Tim distracts me from hating how perfect he is by cupping one of my breasts with his hand. I stand again, pressed against the wall, my heart racing as his hand shifts its focus. No longer supporting me, his hands now concentrate entirely on exploring my body.

His thumb grazes over my nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through me. A breathy gasp escapes my lips, the kind he loves to hear, and I can see the satisfaction in his eyes.

He smirks, but I lean in and kiss that smirk away, our mouths meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. Oh, how many times I had dreamed of this moment, of feeling his lips against mine, of silencing that cocky smile.

All I needed was for him to be closer, closer, closer.

Please, dear God, get closer. I can't get enough.

It felt as if he could read my thoughts because, moments later, he picks me up again like I weigh nothing and carries me to his bed. The world spins around us, and my heart pounds in anticipation.

He throws me onto the bed, and I lay there, breathing heavily, my body aching for him. He watches me for a few seconds, his eyes dark with desire, and I feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask, slightly annoyed by the wait, my voice trembling with need.

"Just enjoying seeing you like this," he smirks before pulling his shirt over his head. And oh my, believe me when I tell you my jaw drops.

His body is a masterpiece, every muscle perfectly defined, his skin glistening slightly in the dim light. I can't tear my eyes away, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of him. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my entire being screaming for his touch.

"Sometimes I want to rip your pretty head off, but tonight your shirt will do," he said, his voice low and rough. Before I could respond, he leaned over me, capturing my lips in a searing, rough kiss. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air, and in the next second, I was lying beneath him in just my bra, my torn shirt discarded.

He began kissing down my stomach, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands still caressed my breasts, his touch sending sparks of electricity through me. When his mouth reached my soft spot, I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as his tongue and hands sent shivers through my entire body.

"Don't you dare stay quiet. I want to hear you," he commanded, looking up at me with an intensity that made my heart race.

Normally, I don't like men who order me around, or being told what to do in general. But now? Now, I was so utterly turned on by Tim Bradford that his commanding tone only fueled the fire inside me.

"Please Tim, I need you like right now!" I pleaded .

I was so turned on that I could already feel the coil tightening in my lower stomach, the pressure building with every touch, every kiss. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with desire, and I knew I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure he craved to hear.

This time, I don't stay quiet. Moans spill from my lips as I edge closer to climax, my body writhing beneath Tim's touch. My hands, desperate for something to anchor me, find their way into his hair, gripping it tightly.

My skin feels hot—so hot—almost burning from the intensity of the sensation building inside me. The spring coiled deep within me is begging to be released, to burst forth and send waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. Each movement of his hands and mouth fans the flames of my desire, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, until I feel like I might explode from the sheer pleasure of it all.

"Tim," I breathe out, my voice trembling with anticipation. He doesn't look up; instead, he continues to tease me with his tongue, his fingers joining in to rub against my sweet spot.

The pleasure becomes too intense to bear. I can't hold back any longer, and I climax into his mouth with a loud moan of relief, my body convulsing from the release.

"I'm not finished with you, Boot," Tim says in a husky voice, his words sending a fresh wave of desire through me. He kisses me once again, the taste of my release still on his lips, igniting a deeper hunger within me.

"Neither am I, sir," I reply with a smirk, my eyes locked onto his. With a swift motion, I turn us around, positioning myself on top of him, feeling his erection press against me.

"You wanna ride me, huh?" he murmurs, a mix of surprise and excitement in his eyes as he grabs my hips, holding me firmly. His smile is a blend of admiration and lust, and I can feel his anticipation matching my own. The connection between us is electric, every touch, every look heightening the intense desire that courses through our bodies.

I nod eagerly, a smile playing on my lips as I press a trail of soft kisses along his neck. With deliberate slowness, I lower myself, feeling the heat between my thighs intensify as I begin to move my hips back and forth.

Guiding him inside of me, I suck in a sharp breath at the exquisite sensation of him filling me, my hands instinctively pressing against his chest to steady myself against the overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck, Luce," his voice strains, his fingers digging into my hips with a deliciously possessive grip.

With a tantalizing slowness, I start to rise before descending again, each movement drawing a low groan from Tim's lips. The ache for him is nearly unbearable, aching to be filled by him in every way possible. He begins to guide me in a rhythm that sends my head spinning, my senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating feeling of him inside me.

"You're so hot," he murmurs, his words sending shivers down my spine as I continue to ride him, my movements growing more urgent with each passing second. "Riding me like you're desperate for my cock."

"I'd say you're desperate," I breathe out, a smirk playing on my lips even as pleasure courses through every fiber of my being. Even in the middle of the sex , we can't resist the urge to fight , and I find myself reveling in the familiarity of it all.

A tingling sensation runs up my spine as I continue to ride him, my instincts taking over as I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. Tim's eyes are half-closed, his mouth slightly parted in ecstasy, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride at the sight of him at my mercy.

His fingers sink even deeper into my hipbones, the pressure sending a jolt of electricity through me as I give myself over completely to him. Everything fades away as the pleasure builds inside me, a relentless wave of ecstasy crashing over me with each thrust.

And then, just as I feel myself on the brink of release for the second time that day, I begin to rise and push myself down faster than ever, desperate for the sweet release that awaits me. In that moment, a relentless surge of pleasure takes over my body, every nerve ending alight with the sheer intensity of it all.

Seconds later, I feel him fill me from the inside, his own release echoing mine in a symphony of pure ecstasy.

Never did I imagine that hate sex could be so utterly intoxicating.

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