Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

Make me.
Josh’s eyes blazed hotter. His hand closed around my throat, and he
squeezed. Harder and harder, until darkness edged my vision and I couldn’t
take it anymore. I opened my mouth to gasp for air, managing to drag in one
breath before he shoved his cock in.
Oh God.
I gagged horribly, my throat bulging around his girth as drool leaked from
the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin.
“Tuh mphfg.” Too big. My whine of protest came out muffled. I pushed
half-heartedly against his thighs even as my juices dripped down my own.
The hard floor, the pinch of pain when Josh fisted my hair with both
hands, the sensation of having my throat completely filled…it was too much.
My nipples hardened into diamond points, and I resisted the urge to
stroke my clit.

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I was already close to orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Josh tugged my head back until he stared straight down into my tear-
filled eyes. “I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours until the only sound
you’ll be able to make is the one of you choking on my cock,” he said
calmly. He rubbed one of my tears away with his thumb.
An electric shiver ripped down my spine at the contrast between his
lethally soft threat and his tender touch.
“The next time you want to insult me, I want you to think about this.” He
withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, paused, and
plunged down in one sharp thrust. I gagged again, the tears flowing faster, the
heat in my belly stoking hotter. “You on your knees, gagging on every inch
of my cock while I ruin your tight little throat.”
I whimpered. My nipples and pussy were so sensitive a strong gust of air
could very well tip me over the edge.
“Mphm yphf.” Fuck you.
Josh smiled, and the pinpricks of fear intensified until my entire body was
a live wire of sensation.
“This is going to be fun.”
That was the last warning I got before he started fucking my mouth so
mercilessly it was all I could do to try and suck in breaths through my nose
before he bottomed out again.
My helpless gurgles mixed with his harsh groans and the obscene slap of
his balls against my chin as he punished my throat exactly the way he’d
promised.
Hard. Brutal. Unrelenting.
I squirmed and tried to ease the ache in my jaw, but he was too big and
the fucking too furious. Eventually, however, my throat opened up, and he
was able to slide even deeper with less resistance.
“That’s it,” Josh groaned. “Every inch, just like that. I knew you could
take it.”
I moaned at the praise. I couldn’t see properly through the tears clouding
my vision, but the buzz between my legs had grown too loud for me to
ignore.
I reached down to rub my clit.
Before I could make contact, Josh yanked himself out of my mouth, lifted
me up, and bent me over the table, ignoring my protest.
“You were enjoying your punishment a little too much, Red. We can’t

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have that.” He pushed my legs wider with his knee, his voice rough with lust.
“Look at you. You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“It’s not for you, asshole.” My retort sounded breathless and
unconvincing to my own ears. “I hate you.”
The word you sharpened into a yelp when his palm landed on my ass with
a sharp sting.
“That was for the fragile ego quip you made earlier. This…” Slap. “…is
for the hallway. And this…” The hardest strike of all, one that made my body
jerk on impact. “…is for driving me fucking insane.”
A pleading sob fell out of my mouth when Josh yanked my head back so
his mouth hovered near my ear. “Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about
you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?”
I shook my head, unable to form a response or make sense of the pain and
pleasure ricocheting through me.
I was on fire. Skin blazing, tears and drool pooling on the table beneath
me, but it all burned so exquisitely I never wanted it to stop.
Josh’s low snarl rumbled down my spine and made my toes curl. “Hold
on to the table.”
I heard the faint tear of a foil wrapper. I just managed to curl my hands
around the cool wood before he was inside me, driving deep and hard into my
pussy with each upward thrust.
I cried out, my mind emptying of any thoughts except the sensation of his
cock pounding into me and the slide of his skin against mine.
No Max. No secrets. No lies. Just ecstasy in its purest, most undiluted
form.
“Still hate me?” Josh’s fingers dug into my throat with just enough
pressure to intensify the heartbeat between my legs.
“Always,” I gasped. I was getting lightheaded, but when I gripped his
wrist, I didn’t know whether it was to push him off…or keep him there.
His mouth curved into a tiny smirk as he stared at me in the mirror above
the table—his eyes glittering with lust, the skin over those knife-blade
cheekbones stretched taut with anger.
“Good.”
The table banged against the wall with each savage thrust. My eyes
fluttered closed from the sheer overload of sensation, but they flew open
again when Josh gave my hair another sharp tug.
“Open your eyes, Red.” His other hand gripped my throat harder, and a

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fresh burst of arousal clouded my vision. The pressure, the ease with which
his grip encompassed my throat, it all felt horrifyingly right, like I was made
to wear his fingers around my neck. “I want you to see exactly whose cock
you’re taking.”
My skin flushed hotter than it already was. I stared at our reflections,
taking in my glazed eyes and swollen lips. Hands on the table, back arched,
head pulled back by Josh’s firm grip. I looked humiliatingly wanton, like I’d
been fucked within an inch of my life and still wanted more.
Behind me, desire carved harsh lines into Josh’s features, and his eyes
burned into mine as he resumed his thrusts. Slowly this time, feeding his cock
into me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
He leaned down and tugged gently on my earlobe with his teeth. “Whose
cock, Red?”
“Yours,” I whimpered.
“That’s right. Now tell me…” He pulled out and slammed back into me
with so much force I would’ve slid across the counter had his hand not still
gripped my throat. “Does this feel fragile to you?”
“Mmmph.” I managed a garbled reply, but even that faded into a string of
moans when Josh picked up speed and settled into a punishing rhythm.
My first orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt, so sudden and explosive I
didn’t get a chance to process it before the second one rolled in. Slower, then
building up, up, up until it crashed over me and drowned me with mind-
numbing pleasure.
When Josh finished with me, I’d come so hard so many times I was a
boneless wreck. I collapsed on the table, my body quivering while he rubbed
his palms over my ass and soothed the burn from his ruthless spanking
earlier.
“You look so beautiful like this.” His gentle voice was at complete odds
with the feral way he’d fucked me, but it settled over my skin like a warm
blanket. He continued rubbing me with soft strokes until the burn faded and
my breaths returned to normal.
He turned me around, cleaned me up with one of the paper towels lining
the shelves, and pulled my dress down around my thighs before sitting me on
the table.
“Feel better?” he asked casually, like he hadn’t just destroyed me in a
club supply closet.
“Uh-huh.” I was too dazed to come up with a more coherent response,

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though part of me realized Josh knew all along what this was—a distraction
I’d goaded him into giving me, as hard as he could.
His mouth twitched with amusement, though his eyes remained heavy-
lidded with desire. “Good. Now say goodbye to any friends you came with. I
have plans for round two, and they require more space than we presently
have.”
Round two. Right.
My brain still wasn’t functioning properly, but round two sounded good
to me.
I should spend the first night in my new apartment, but the prospect of
lying awake in my room, plagued with panic over what to do about Max,
seemed less appealing than eating dirt.
My stomach twisted when thoughts of Max and his amorphous favor
crept back in, erasing some of my high.
No. Tomorrow. I’ll deal with him tomorrow.
I waited a few minutes after Josh left before I finally gathered the strength
to stand on my own. I fixed my hair and makeup the best I could, but I wasn’t
a magician. There was no way I could go back into the club looking the way I
did.
I sent my friends a quick text instead, telling them I’d met a guy and I
would check in with them later. They were used to me doing this in our
college days, so they didn’t question me.
I snuck out of the supply closet and slipped out the back exit.
My stomach fluttered when I saw Josh waiting for me, his lean, muscled
form silhouetted against the moonlight.
This was crazy. I was crazy for sneaking behind everyone’s backs to hook
up with him. I didn’t even like the guy.
But like and need were different things, and right now, I needed what
only he could give me.
I just hoped I didn’t get too addicted in the process.

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JOSH
J
ULES
AND
I 
BARELY
MADE
IT
INTO
MY
HOUSE
BEFORE
I 
WAS
INSIDE
HER
again.
We’d already had sex once tonight. That should’ve taken the edge off my
need, but I was addicted to this. To her. Her taste, her smell, the little breathy
moans she let out every time I thrust into her and the way her pussy clamped
around my cock like it was made for me. I wanted all of it, all the time.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this ravenous over a woman. It
would’ve been concerning had I given a single fuck, but I subscribed to the
philosophy that we should enjoy the good things while they lasted. And I was
enjoying the fuck out of myself…with one notable thorn in our encounter.
“Who was the guy, Red?” I slowed my thrusts so I could reach between
us and stroke her clit. A dark smile curled my mouth when her head fell back
and her lips parted at the touch.
I’d been distracted by Jules’s obvious provocation at Hyacinth. Now that
I was home, something clawed at my chest when I remembered the way her