CHAPTER 04. I hate you

— VITA.

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My lips part, searching for the air that Derek has stolen from me, and I notice that his eyes shine a little brighter but in a different way. He loosens his grip, still leaving his hand on my neck, and I gasp, inflating my lungs to the max.

Derek's fingers slide to the nape of my neck while his thumb presses my jaw. His expression is still stern, so different from what I'm used to, but there's something about it that makes me feel weird. Maybe it's his eyes that overwhelm me and make me feel like a helpless deer.

He leans in slowly, still holding the back of my neck, bringing our faces so close that our breaths mingle. I find myself closing my eyes, surrendering to his touch that, even rough, awakens something inevitable in me...

Our mouths are almost touching; I can feel them only a few inches away. But the kiss doesn't come... No touch, not even a light brushing of lips...

All Derek does is laugh low, almost hoarsely, and grip the hair on the back of my neck tighter... "Do you know, Vita? I hate you."

I open my eyes in astonishment and try to pull away, but he pulls my hair, forcing me to lift my face and my chin.

"I despise you, Vita." He says, looking straight into my eyes, bringing a lump to my throat. "I despise you more than anything in the world.”

A tear runs down my cheek, and he releases me abruptly, pushing me back against the bed. My body feels suddenly more tired and sore, even though no physical impact hit me. However, Derek's words are like knives in my chest... knives that rip my chest open just for him to rip my heart out.

I cry out, digging my fingers into my thin nightgown, rolling over, and sticking my face into the mattress. The tears that run down my face are lost in the sheet, with the sobs I try to stifle.

But Derek pulls me by the ankles to the edge of the bed, even though I try to get away from him. Anguish begins to take hold of me, and with a burst of adrenaline, I try to kick him and break free of his grip, but Derek is stronger and manages to hold me down again.

My painful cries are now screams of rage and despair. I keep trying to struggle and add distance between our bodies, but Derek is between my legs, trying to get a hold of my arms... "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"

Derek pulls me by the arms, making me sit on the edge of the bed again, with his body between my legs that are trying to close. His firm hands on my skin hold me down, and he growls against my face with a menacing grunt that reaches my ears and reverberates through my chest. His dominant, furious scent makes me wilt immediately, losing my courage and strength.

I think Derek will pull away, but his lips crash hard against mine. Even though I try to keep them closed, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and holds tightly to the back of my neck, running his fingers through my messy hair. I push him away by his chest, but my trembling hands have no strength to deny his kiss, even though I'm furious at the way he plays with my feelings.

When his tongue brushes against mine slowly in a circular motion, my whole body shivers and my fingers grip his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric. My eyes are already closed, giving in to the entwining of his tongue with mine.

Derek's hand grabs firmly on my thigh, his fingers digging in harder, and the glimpse of pain brings back my senses. I try to move my head to break away from his kiss, but Derek remains holding me tight and rough.

He's robbing me of air. His kiss is so intense and hungry that I completely forget how to breathe. The intertwining of our tongues is frantic, so fast and deep that I'm actually losing my mind, especially with his pheromones soaking in my skin.

His fingers finally loosen, but only to slide up my thigh and dangerously under my nightgown... And just like that, I remember that he hates me — he despises me. Remembering that infuriates me to the point of biting his tongue hard, causing him to growl and take a step back, stunned by my rejection.

The taste of his blood is sweet, but there's something bitter about it. My sharp eyes fall on his figure, barely illuminated by the moonlight, and I can see his yellow eyes shining with an unknown lust. Derek has never kissed me like this, never touched me so roughly. And although it frightens me, my body also reacts in ways I didn't want it to.

I try to get up, even though my legs are shaking, and I walk a few quick, awkward steps to the door. However, Derek's arm wraps around my body and pulls me in while I shout, "Don't touch me!" but it doesn't matter because he still touches and pulls me in and makes my body collide with his.

My breasts bump against his abdomen, and once again, Derek holds my neck. His fingers that fit behind my neck and the hand that rests on my jaw are firm but not enough to hang me completely; Derek just brings my face close and licks my lips, making me gasp... and with that, he quickly slides his tongue into my mouth again.

I try to punch him in the chest, but he's quick to grab my wrist and completely immobilize me while he kisses me, dominating me with his strength and his pheromones.

My legs go weak and wobble, taking me to the floor. Derek loosens his grip and allows me to fall to my knees, but then he roughly grabs my hair again and makes me lift my face to meet his intense yellow eyes. In his expression, there is nothing but desire, hunger, and lust.

I feel my heart racing as his other hand reaches for my face for a caress that starts slowly but becomes a grip on my chin. Derek's thumb brushes against my lips and pulls them down; even though I try to turn my face away, he manages to keep me still.

Suddenly, Derek smiles, sticking out his tongue and licking his own lips, which are stained with his blood. His pointed canines shine in the dim light of the room.

He's having fun playing with my feelings, isn't he? He's having fun getting my hopes up and ripping them out of my chest.

Once again, I try to move, trying my hardest to get away from him, pushing him away... And yes, he let go of me, but that made me lose my balance and fall to the floor. I raise my eyes to meet his again — and a shiver runs down my spine.

Looking at him like that makes my heart beat so hard it could tear my chest out. His cold gaze seems capable of burning, and the smile that widens as he slowly unbuttons his pants tickles the middle of my legs.

I pull back, trying to add a safe distance from his touch that could easily melt me. His scent is already hallucinating me, and I don't know if I'll be able to resist it if I stay this close...

However, Derek doesn't let me pull away; he grabs my ankle and pulls me in again, fast and firm, already spinning me around by the waist and lifting me up, forcing me into all fours. I let out a loud grunt and try to crawl across the floor, but he digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back hard, making my butt crash into something hard.

I look over my shoulder, feeling Derek's hands slide along the curves of my body under my nightgown like he's exploring my skin. I swallow a moan as he pulls me back sharply, making my ass bump into the bulge of his pants again.

Lifting my clothes and exposing my panties, Derek lets out a low grunt and pulls them off, snapping and tearing them completely. I gasp, trying to lift from the ground, but he pulls my hips again, making me arch my back.

I spread my hands on the floor, my breasts touching the carpet that feels cold and sends shivers through my body, even though I'm on fire. Derek's touch awakens something I can't explain, a need that pulses between my legs even though I don't want it to.

Again, I feel something hard against my entrance, pressing in just the right way to bring me pleasure, and I bite my lips, trying to resist, crawling away, but Derek doesn't let go or add any distance... He just leans over, his body covering me completely, and sighs into the back of my neck.

"Why are you running?" Derek says hoarsely, digging his fingers into my butt, eliciting a painful moan from me. "You used to like being fucked so much, why are you playing coy?"

"Why are you talking like that?" I say with a growl, trying to fight the damn desire spreading inside me. "You're not like that!"

"Oh, I'm not?" He laughs low, then slaps me hard on the ass, so hard that it cracks loudly across the room. I arch my back, the pain rushing through my body and quickly being replaced by a shiver. "Does it hurt?"

I stay silent, my lips closed.

And once again, he slaps my ass even harder, and I throw my head back with a painful groan vibrating in my throat. My skin burns; it stings, but for some reason, it feels good.

"Does that hurt, Vita?" Derek grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist, pulling my head, and making my back arch even more. "Haha, just as I don't know who you really are, you don't recognize me."

He pulls my head to the side, showing my neck, and he inhales deeply, letting out a grunt as he fills his lungs with my scent... and then, he lets his warm breath on the back of my neck send shivers down my spine.

"I see," Derek grunts against my skin and licks slowly, using his whole flat tongue, savoring my taste until he reaches the back of my neck. "You like pain, hum, you fuck whore."

I open my lips to answer him, anger spreading through my chest, but no words come out... just a loud, pleasurable, squeaky moan that matches the slamming of our hips. Derek penetrated me hard, deep, a single thrust that made my warmth swallow up his entire big length.

He groans, holding my hips tightly, his fingers painfully marking my skin. Even so, I can't feel anything but pleasure at being filled like this so suddenly...

"You're squeezing me, Vita." He grumbles with a laugh, grasping my hair and pressing down on my lower back to make me arch it even more. "Does it hurt?"

I don't dare answer him... not because it hurts, but because it doesn't. I'm so overwhelmed by pleasure and excitement that my eyes are almost rolling out. And I'm ashamed of it... I shouldn't surrender like this...

But when Derek pushes his hips back and thrusts forward again, pushing hard, I can't help moaning even louder. And that only seems to make him jerk his hips fast, hard, going so deep that he robs me of air.

My back and hair ache from the way he forces it to stay. My waist aches from his firm grip, his fingers digging into my skin. And I also feel a sharp pain every time he hits deep... Even so, I'm moaning loudly and totally shivering, my skin so sensitive that a simple slip of the finger could make me reach the apex...

"I've always fucked you so affectionately, with so much care... and you've never moaned like this," Derek says in a broken voice, panting, as he increases the pace even more, slamming his hips into mine so hard that the hollow sound spreads through my room. The crash of our bodies is so intense that I'm losing my mind...

And once again, he slaps my ass hard, burning my skin... he's giving me a bunch of hard, burning slaps that are probably turning my skin red and making my entrance even wetter.

I can feel my orgasm approaching.

My inner muscles begin to clench, and this causes him to grunt through clenched teeth and hold me even tighter, now making me let out a purely painful moan that's soon lost amidst the sound of my orgasm, which comes out in a cry.

The pleasurable sensation that explodes through my body brings tears to my eyes, but Derek doesn't stop; he keeps thrusting hard, slamming our hips together quickly and intensely. I can feel him throbbing inside me too... Throbbing dangerously.

"Derek..."

"Shut up!" He says between his teeth, panting more, and leans over me, making me rest my breasts against the floor as he keeps thrusting faster. "Shut the fuck up!"

I moan loudly, the pleasure of the orgasm extending... And suddenly, a sharp pain cuts the sensation completely... The pain of fangs hits the back of my neck, so sharp and deep they let a trickle of blood run down the round wound.

I'm so confused. Did he... did he just mark me...?

Soon, my thoughts are completely interrupted by the tingling sensation I feel inside me. Derek's dick is throbbing, cumming, and his teeth are still in my flesh, making me explode in a second, even more intense orgasm that I can't explain.

Fortunately, I'm already on the ground, and there's no way to collapse. I'm helpless, completely sore, when Derek slowly pulls away from me. I look over my shoulder... at his sweaty hair, at the strands that fall to his forehead, and the serious expression on his face.

He holds my face, forcing me to lift my cheek from the ground, and gives a sarcastic, even bitter smile... "How do you feel, Vita? Being fucked and marked by someone who despises you the most?"

Tears well up in my eyes, and I know they're hurt, but Derek doesn't seem to mind.

"You're nothing." He practically spits the words out, letting go of my face as if I'm disgusting. "You mean nothing to me anymore."

I look into his eyes, the blue ones that have always captivated me... And I know, I just know... He's lying right now.

After all, the pain in his eyes... It's the same pain I feel in my chest.