Chapter 421 Earned Hatred

• Eventually he was slowing, his neck straining and sweat slipping from his forehead onto my body and I felt him getting even harder deep inside me. I felt my body tensing in what might’ve been it preparing to seek its own pleasure.
• No! I bit that down and refused to give him the gratification. He’ll get nothing from me in this.
• And in that moment, I hated him. And the words slipped from my lips. “I hate you.”