Hatred With Benefits

S I X T E E N

EVA.

"What are you doing?" I whisper when he pinches his lips to my neck and move his hand from my

throat to my waist.

"Emerson–" I try again when he gives no response, trying to veer around in his arms but he hums

against the skin of my neck and keeps me still.

"No, don't move. Stay like this. " He mumbles, his lips making contact with my earlobe and sending a

shiver down my spine.

"I can't see you. " I cover my hands with his and try to move out of the cage he has me in, but Ford

doesn't yield.

"I didn't realize you love the sight of my face so much, Carson. " His deep chuckle vibrates through me

as he says those words and I roll my eyes, almost tempted to push back against him.

"That's not it. " I offer silently and there's no response from him. My heart races in my chest when

Emerson moves away, seizing his body heat with him and I turn around to meet his eyes. A smirk

presses to his lips as he says, "But I won't blame you for it. I told you I'm quite addicting. "

"Where were you?" I ignore his taunts and ask. Emerson furrows his brows at my question and folds

his arms against his chest. "Since when do you care?"

"I don't!" I snap and he cackles. "I don't. I'm curious, nothing more. You disappeared through the entire

day and now you're here? "

"How do you know I wasn't at school?" He proposes and I shake my head. "You were not. If you were, I

would have known because I was—" when the realization of the words I'm about to let go hit me, I

clamp my mouth shut and move my gaze to the floor.

"Because you were what?" Ford pushes.

"You weren't at school, Ford. " It's the only response I give him. I take harsh intakes of my breath

before lifting my eyes to him again. "What happened?"

"You're being a hypocrite. That's what. " He says with a straight face and I frown. "The fuck is that

supposed to mean?"

"You don't get to ask about my whereabouts, Carson. You don't get to pry into my business, that was a

rule. Your rule, might I add. " I don't fail to catch the mockery attached to his words and I nearly throw

my fist in his face. I'm not prying in his business, I'm just inquisitive.

When I give no response, Emerson closes the distance between us till his chest is squeezing into mine,

and his muscles against my chest. His eyes are darkened and I don't think that's malicious. I part my

lips to speak, but I end up with nothing when he mashes his lips to mine.

His hand moves to the back of my head and I moan into his mouth when he easily slips his tongue

through my parted lips, tangling and battling with mine in a fight for dominance. He tastes like mint

mixed with alcohol and it's as weird as it sounds.

My bag falls from my grip when I lift my hands to his neck and Emerson lifts me in his arms, his hands

curling around the back of my thighs to secure them around his waist. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He moves backwards with me in his arms and I fall against a soft surface. Emerson breaks away when

my head hits the couch.

His eyes roam to my chest and he inches closer but I'm quick to press my palm to his chest at the

vibration of my phone against my pants.

"Wait—" I glare at him when he tries to press his lips to mine. He rolls his eyes and back away while I

lift my body barely from the couch to retrieve my phone.

The contact glares back at me from across the screen and my throat closes up.

"Who is–" Emerson starts but I cut him off, silencing the rest of his words. "It's my mom. "

His lips turn up in a smirk at my words and he drags closer to me, "Take the call, Carson. "

Something about the tone he uses unsettles me and I attempt to nudge him away, but falls back

against the couch when he swipes the button to the side and mom's voice comes from the other end.

"Princess. "

"Motherfucking bástard. " I mouth to Ford and he laughs, giving me a thumbs-up before nodding to the

phone.

I sigh and press the phone to my ear, my voice is soft as I say, "Hey, mom. "

"You got into college and you forgot about your mother?" There's a shuffling sound in the background

as mom jokes and I chuckle lightly.

"I've been busy with school. " And having the face of my enemy between my thighs. Which I presently

do because Emerson deals with the buttons of my Jeans pant before pulling them down my legs.

"I know that, but I hope you'll check in with me often, Eva. I've missed you. " Her sad voice troubles my

heart and I know she's still watching out for me.

"Mom–" I start but pause when Emerson gives faint rubs to my panties, having me soak the thin

material with my wetness.

When I lift my head to him, he has a tiny smile on his face and I forget for a second that I'm on the

phone with my mother until her voice comes through. "Eva. Are you there?"

"Yes, yes, I am. " My voice comes out breathless when he shifts my panties to the side and slide his

finger over my cunt. My body trembles lightly in response to his not so innocent touch and I push into

his hand when he thrusts a finger inside my core.

"I– what were you saying? " I bite down on my lower lip to keep down the moans that threaten to leave

my throat and Emerson isn't making it any easier for me when he slides his hand around my middle,

lifting my body from the couch to give him better access.

"Is everything alright there? You don't sound like yourself. " Mom's worried voice fills my ears and I

shake my head, a tiny whimper that I hope she doesn't catch falling from my mouth when Emerson

doubles his finger while he rubs my clit with his thumb.

"Yes, of course. I'm fine. I'm just– I'm working out. That's all. " I lie and Emerson snorts, a proud smile

crossing his face when I push into his hands again.

"Since when do you work out?" Oh God, please. Stop already.

"Oh fuck. That feels good. "Emerson's expression remains unfazed as the words leave my mouth and

I'm quick to clutch a hand over my mouth.

"Eva–" mom's warning tone tells me she heard my words loud and clear. "Did you just moan? What the

hell are you doing?"

"Working out, I told you and I didn't moan. You heard wrong, mother. " I lie and glare at Emerson when

he snickers.

"But I'm pretty sure I–"

"Oh, shit! I just slipped. I'll call you back mom." I don't let her say another word before disconnecting

the line and tossing the phone to the side.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snap at Emerson but he says nothing as he slides his fingers out

of my cunt. They glisten with my juices and he rolls over me, pushing his fingers through my parted

lips.

"Suck. " He whispers, his voice low and seductive and I wrap my mouth tighter around his fingers.

Emerson smiles at the sight and drops his fingers from my mouth, meandering his thumb over my lips.

He parts them and pulls at the bottom before closing his lips to mine.

He starts to unbutton my sweater while my fingers fumble with the buttons of his pants.

After much struggle, Emerson gets me out of my clothes and shoes, and I get him out of his, rendering

us entirely naked to each other's gazes.

His eyes drink in every inch of my body while I let my eyes fall to his chest. I want to run my fingers on

the skin just to get the taste of him. I want Emerson Ford trembling and hot in my hands. Under my

mercy.

Before I can do that though, Ford shoves me back and moves over me; a packet between his lips as he

fixes his gaze on me.

He tears the packet with his teeth and slides the rubber down the length of his cock before spreading

my thighs. He wraps one hand around his cock— the sight so fucking sexy— and uses his other hand

to massage my pussy.

After a few strokes of his fingers, he brings his cock to my entrance and drives in torturously slowly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I pant in annoyance and Emerson dares to chuckle. "Patience, Carson.

I know what you want and I'll give it to you. " And he shoves his entire length inside my pussy.

A weak sigh leaves my mouth at the feeling of having him inside me again.

"Does your Daddy know you have a belly button piercing, Carson?" Emerson smirks at me as he raises

one of my legs to his shoulder; his thrusts going deeper and faster.

"Why– Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good. " I cry when I feel him hit that particular spot, my nails

raking down his naked back and Emerson's face twists into that of pain as I dig them deeper, wanting

to draw blood.

"You're fucking doing that on purpose, aren't you?" He hisses, wrapping a hand around my inner thigh

with his palm pressed against my clit as he gives hard rubs while he slams roughly inside my pussy.

"Am I?" I tease him, intentionally clenching around his cock when a flush of arousal and near-end

crosses his face. "How about I play that game of yours, Ford? Beg for it?"

A scoff leaves Emerson's lips before he turns my own game on me. He raises my other leg and clasps

his hands around the two, keeping them locked on his shoulders while he rocks into me; filling me and

hitting every nerve ending.

"Oh, fuck! Yes. Yes, God–" I throw my hands to my hair and pull at the ends. I squeeze my breasts

between my palms, my body shaking with every pound he gives. I move my hands down his naked

chest, relishing the way the sweaty skin feels on my fingertips as Emerson meets my eyes. It feels so

fucking good. I thought that night in the small space of his car was the best sex I've ever had, but

Emerson had something else coming for me. God, that didn't feel half as good as this. I can feel him

everywhere. He devours every inch of my body and my sight and my mind as he keeps his fierce gaze

on me while rocking me to a world of complete bliss.

"Say the words, Carson. I want to fucking hear the words. " Emerson says, pressing my body into the

couch and I moan in response, feeling my orgasm at the edge of my spine.

"What word?" I play ignorance as I move my hands to his ass, trying to push him to give me what I

want, but Emerson doesn't budge as he lifts my hands from his ass. He clasps both hands in one of his

and pins them over my head on the arm of the couch, letting my legs dangle on his shoulders.

He lifts his face to mine, slowly easing down his thrusts as he says. "Tell me how much you need to

come. Tell me how much you need me to give you that relief and I'll let you have it. "

"This isn't part of the fucking arrangement. " I frown and Emerson chuckles, pressing his lips to the side

of my face.

"Rules were made for that arrangement. You gave me your consent to fuck you but you never gave me

a rule on how exactly I will do that. " He whispers next to my ear, stroking the flesh with his tongue

before pulling back. "Tell me, Carson. "

I shouldn't. It's the last thing I want to do: To feed Emerson's obsession with hearing me beg, knowing I

take every chance thrown at me to defy him. I shouldn't give him that, but God help me, I can't help it. I

can feel the frustration building up and knowing Ford is capable of leaving me here with an impending

orgasm if he doesn't hear the words– I bite down on my pride and do as he wants.

"I need it. " I whisper and Emerson laughs, giving one rough thrust of his hips before slowing down

again. "You can do better than that, Carson. "

Fucking bástard.

"No. "

"Yes, you can, " he argues. "Unless you do not want it. Trust me, Carson, I have no trouble leaving you

here and helping myself to finish. " I want to slap the confident look that he throws at me off his face.

Emerson bends over me till every inch of my skin is pressed against his— slicked with sweats— and

it's too fúcking much to handle. I can't–

Don't do it. Please, don't–

"I need you to give it to me, Emerson. " I don't miss the surprise that masks Emerson's expression at

first before he replaces it with smugness and fucks me harder. The sound of our groans and our skins

slapping against each other is the only noise disrupting the peacefulness of the room before I scream

as my orgasm strikes me like a lightning bolt– so sudden and punishing.

Emerson doesn't stop after that. He moves me to my fours and pounds into me from behind, chasing

after his orgasm. It isn't until I'm a spineless wreck we finally collapse on the couch, Emerson's body

falling into mine.

I hum silently and try to catch my breath with my eyes closed as I feel the trail of his fingers across my

skin– his touch feels good on my body than I like to admit.

"What's this?" I hear him ask and my eyelids flutter as I duck my head to where his hand lies, his finger

caressing the small tattoo across my hip.

"Are you too dumb to realize that's a tattoo?" I raise my brows and Emerson throws me a glare before

shifting his gaze back to the light inked skin.

"It's a butterfly. What does it mean?" He questions again and I roll my eyes, tumbling back on the

couch.

"I think you need to master the art of following rules, Ford. "

He snorts, but gives no response as he slumps on my body again, silence stretching between us.

Minutes pass before I move my gaze to his face: His head rests on my chest with one palm closing my

left breast. His soft breaths scrape my skin and I wonder if he's asleep.

I angle my head to study his face– his eyes are shut and a frown presses to his lips. The sight makes

me wonder what truly happened with him.

My eyes fall to the dark curls and I'm tempted to reach out and coil my fingers through it, which is

exactly what I do. It's nothing weird or intimate, just the feel of the curls on the tip of my fingers like I

would do if his mouth were on mine. I tell myself it's nothing different from that, until I realize the import

of what I'm doing: I'm brushing his hair while he rests on my chest after we just had sex.

His hair suddenly becomes a blazing fire and I pull away like I've been burnt by it. Irritation flows

through me as the meaning of my inner thoughts smacks me in the face.

An emotion. An irritating, unwelcomed emotion.

Worry.

I feel worried for Emerson Ford.

Without thinking twice about it, I push at his shoulders and push harder when he doesn't move. A small

gasp slips through my parted lips when I shove too hard and Emerson falls to the carpet with a thud.

His eyes are wide with anger swirling through the brown orbs when he lifts them to mine and I lose it

right there. I break into a laugh at the sight of Ford naked on the floor with his cock dangling between

his legs and a gaze that tells me the next time he has his hand wrapped around my throat, it'll be to

take my breathe permanently and not to give me pleasure.