You Can’t Fuck Someone You Hate

Richard's POV

The walls take the bullet, not her. Never her.

But Lana doesn't know that. Not in the moment. Her whole body flinches, and her hands trembles as she presses herself further against the wall. Her breathing is ragged, and her chest is rising and falling like she can't get enough air.

Then the tears come, slipping down her cheeks, and I know, I fucking know she thinks I almost killed her and I don't like it. Not the tears, not the way she shakes, not the way her lips tremble when she whispers, "Please don't shoot again. I'll dance, I'll dance for you."

A part of me is sickened by it. I don't want her to do it because she's scared. I want her to do it because she wants to, because she craves my attention, my control. But this isn't what I wanted.

I drag a hand over my face, rubbing my temples. "Stop crying, Lana."

But she doesn't. Her whimpers bothers me and I hate that it does. I step towards her, and she flinches. That makes me stop. Not because I'm afraid of what I'll do, but because it fucking pisses me off that she thinks I'll hurt her.

"I don't want to hurt you," I say. "If you'd just let me—"

"Don't touch me." She says with a shaky voice, turning away from my gaze.

Then, my next response is to grab her by the throat. She lets out a gasp and she grabs my wrist, but I don't let go. My grip is firm, just enough to make sure she understands.

"I aimed at the wall, Lana. The fucking wall. And you're acting like I put a bullet in you."

She glares at me with defiance despite the tears. "Yeah? And you pulled the trigger."

I inhale and my jaw tightens. "That shot was to pass a statement."

"A statement?" she says. "What kind of sick motivation is that?"

"The kind that this sick man knows works on you."

There was silence for a while. My hand is still on her throat. I could let go. I should let go. But I don't.

Instead, I loosen my grip and then lower my head. My tongue flicks out to trace the curve of her neck slowly. Lana gasps as her whole body goes rigid. She hates this. But her body wants this.

I feel the way her breath catches, the way her chest heaves as she struggles to keep control. But she's slipping and I know it. I move up, with my tongue dragging along her jaw, then her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears.

"I know you want this sick man," I murmur as my lips brush against her ear. "You know you want me, Lana."

She shudders and I feel the way her body tenses. I lick her again, slower this time, tracing the line of her jaw before my mouth finds hers. She stiffens for a second, like she's fighting it, like she wants to fight it, but then it happens. A sound slips from her lips.

A moan.

My hands grip her waist as my fingers dig in making her gasp. I lean in so my lips grazes the shell of her ear as I murmur, "You have no idea how bad I want you."

"I want to fuck you every day and every night, Lana," I continue. "Your body is a work of art. Let me worship it."

She swallows hard as I grip her neck and ass, pulling her closer to me. Lana exhales, but she doesn't push me away. She doesn't fight the way my body presses against hers, doesn't resist when I cup her face and kiss her passionately yet vigorously.

"Who did you sell me out to?" I ask, breaking the kiss only to trail my lips down her neck. Lana barely registers my words. She tries to speak, but I don't let her.

I kiss her again before trailing lower, down her throat, leaving marks along her collarbone.

"Who did you sell me out to?" I repeat, this time against her skin as my teeth scrape over her sensitive flesh.

Lana's chest heaves, she is aroused but she still manages to shake her head. "I didn't," she breathes.

I chuckle briefly. "You're a damn good liar, Lana."

I start to undress her, savoring every inch of her body as it's revealed to me. I take her bra and bring it to my nose, inhaling the sweet, fruity scent that clings to it. I drop it to the floor, moving on to her panties. I bury my face in the fabric, taking in her arousal. The scent of her pussy drives me wild, and I can't wait any longer.

I motion for her to move to the grand glass table next to the piano and she obliges. I position her on the table, spreading her legs wide. I kneel before her, with my face inches away from her pussy. I look up at her, with my eyes locked on hers as I dive in.

She moans and her body arch off the table as I eat her. I can feel her getting closer to the edge. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot. She gasps.

Finally, her body shakes as she reaches her climax. She squirts and her juices coat my face. I look up at her, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride.

I stand up, my dick is straining against my pants. I undo my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. I step out of them so my dick now free. I grab her legs, pulling her towards me. I position myself at her hole, teasing her with the tip of my dick.

"Who did you sell me out to?" I ask again. She looks up at me, with eyes wide with desire.

"You bribed your way to freedom," she whispers. "What good does it do you if I tell you?"

I scoff even as my dick still teases her entrance. "So you're admitting to selling me out?" I ask.

"I'm only asking," she counters.

I wear a smirk on my face then, I thrust into her and she gasps. I start to move, roughly and demanding. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, trying to milk my dick. I grab her hips, pulling her towards me with each thrust.

I reach down, grabbing her ass and I spank it. She moans as her body shakes with pleasure. I spank her again and the sound of skin on skin makes me even harder.

I can feel myself getting closer to the edge as my thrusts becomes more erratic. I look down at her, I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building up. I thrust into her one last time, I want her to feel this, to remember this.

"Fuck!" I yell as I release my seeds onto her mon pubis.

We collapse onto the floor and we laid there, with our breaths heavy and labored. I look over at her.

"You still don't wanna talk?" I ask.

She looks up at me. "I didn't sell you out," she says, still clinging to her lies.

I scoff, reaching for my discarded glass of whiskey. I take a slow sip before turning back to her. "When I find out who it is, I've already told you what's going to happen."

Lana seats upright using her elbows for support. She speaks softly. "Yeah, you said you'd kill them in front of me."

I smirk. "Good memory." I tilt my head as I study her. "Whoever you're protecting, I'll find out eventually. So it's better you tell me now… because if I find out on my own, you're going to hate me."

"I already hate you."

I chuckle, setting my glass down. "Nah, you don't. You wouldn't fuck someone you hate." I lean in, dragging a slow hand down her thigh. "Just as much as I like fucking you, you love it too."

Her expression is filled with disdain, but before she can respond, my phone buzzes. It's Angelo.

I answer. "What is it now brother?"

His voice sounds urgent. "Something bad just happened. I need you here. Now."

I sit up. "Where?"

"Our father's mansion."

I go still. Our father has been dead for years. Whatever this is, it's serious.