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Liesel

I’ston worse now If he can’t hateto hate me In fact, there’s a chance he loveshim

“Show me how much you hate me,” I say

“I hate you so much”

He grabs s are around his waist as he kissesas his tongue bursts between rip his head as he carries lyphics on the side

“I hate you so much that I want to fuck you until your body realizes my cock is the only cock for you”

His eyes sear into mine, and I know he’s serious, just not about the hate you part He’s saying one thing, but it’s almost as if the way he says hate he means love

My ass hits the top of the broken wall as he s I’ve never wanted or needed hiht now I need him to heal the chasm between us I need to know that all the pain we endured and are going to endure is worth it

His hand slides up my stomach underneath my shirt until he finds the point o

f a nipple He squeezes, sending delicious currents through s at the single touch He knows my body better than I know it myself

“I hate you more than I hate my father,” he says

I love you more than I hate my father

I grab his shirt, lifting it off his body and throwing it down onto the sand He frantically does the same with my tank top He looks over my naked top half before he leans down and takes one of h to punishother men look at my body, touch my body

“I hate you more than I hated Waylon,” I say

I love you more than I hated Waylon