[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"There's no place like home." - The Wizard of Oz, 1939
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I hate weddings. My good mood was now completely destroyed and there were two simple reasons for that.
1. Ashley fucking Scott 2. Note point one
One thing was definitely clear to me now. She is not an angel. On the contrary, she is a little devil.
The way she reacted to my dirty talk is enough proof for it. Besides, her soul is black. Just like mine. Actually, we were a good match with that, weren't we? Rather not.
Not at all! I fucking hate er.
Although, maybe I'll add Zayn to the list. He is, after all, the reason Ashley suddenly jumped up and ran down the hall before she could even touch me. And I really wanted to feel her fucking hands on my cock again.
Apparently Zayn's little intervention in the situation reminded her of what's about to happen here between us. Does she regret it? I've definitely never seen anyone run away from me faster, that's for sure.
As I fingered her, every sound she made and every movement was a huge turn on for me. She was so vulnerable to me in her state, which made the whole thing so much better. And I know for a fact that she enjoyed it just as much.
Why can't she just admit that she wants me as much as I want her? It would make the whole thing so much easier. I know she's struggling with her inner self. So why doesn't she just give in to the suffocating tension between us?
And she can't deny that she wouldn't have liked the incredible orgasm when it was quite obvious.
You can hate each other and still want to fuck each other senseless, right? That's how I feel about her. I want nothing but sex. So why does she hold on so tightly to her stupid morals? I can see past the hatred and that we are actually enemies for a moment. Why can't she? Does it have to do with the fact that she is in the CIA?
I mean, there was nothing to see of the tough cold-hearted Ashley Scott for 15 minutes, when she was moaning and whimpering under my fingers completely in ecstasy. She was just a desperate littledevil, dripping all over the desk and her thighs, clenching with every thrust of my fingers.
But now she was the bitchy CIA agent again, who started a race for the flash drives that can destroy my life and also hers. I don't know how she made sure that our tires were slashed while Louis was waiting in the car.
Leaving me alone with a rock hard dick prevented me from chasing after her immediately. I had to wait...When we heard the tire tracks squeal, we knew that either Louis was making laps in the parking lot or more likely, Ashley's team was about to leave first.
