Chapter 100 Hate Me

Harvey advanced with an irresistible intensity, the urgency between us almost tangible. I sighed, holding his face between my hands as I lightly bit his lower lip. In a fluid motion, he lifted me off the ground, wrapping his other hand around my leg and firmly pressing me against the wall. His thrusts intensified, his hands gripping my buttocks firmly, revealing his unwavering dominance. I murmured in his ear amid moans:
“I still hate him!” I confessed, surrendering to the moment.
“I can live with that,” he growled, turning his head to nibble on my ear.