by Rina Kent
He Hates Me Not
Hate & Love Duet Book Two
Rina Kent
Isabella Starling
He Hates Me Not Copyright © 2020 by Rina Kent & Isabella Starling
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Contents
Author Note
Blurb
Playlist
1. Jasper
2. Georgina
3. Jasper
4. Georgina
5. Jasper
6. Georgina
7. Jasper
8. Georgina
9. Jasper
10. Georgina
11. Jasper
12. Georgina
13. Jasper
14. Georgina
15. Jasper
16. Georgina
17. Jasper
18. Georgina
19. Jasper
20. Georgina
21. Jasper
22. Georgina
23. Jasper
24. Georgina
25. Jasper
26. Georgina
Epilogue - Jasper
What’s Next?
About Rina Kent
Also By Rina Kent
About Isabella Starling
Also By Isabella Starling
Author Note
Hello reader friend,
This book is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.
He Hates Me Not is the second book of a duet and is NOT standalone.
Hate & Love Duet:
#1 He Hates Me
#2 He Hates Me Not
Blurb
Once upon a time, there was a girl.
She hid secrets and scars behind a blinding smile.
Until I decided to confiscate that smile, watch it, trap it, own it.
She calls it an obsession, a madness, but she’s seen nothing.
The moment I noticed her, her fate was sealed.
Then she became a key player in my unhinged game.
Once upon a time, there was a girl, a liar, a fraud.
Mine.
Playlist
Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez
They Don’t Want What We Want - Asking Alexandria
Killer In The Mirror - Set It Off
Godsent - Smash Into Pieces
Despicable - grandson
Destroy Me - grandson
Thoughts & Prayers - grandson
Believer - Imagine Dragons
Demons - Imagine Dragons
Walking The Wire - Imagine Dragons
Break My Baby - KALEO
Mindreader - A Day To Remember
Lonely - Palaye Royale
Heat Seeker - Dreamers & grandson
Plasticine Dreams - Boston Manor
Roses - Stand Atlantic
Sometimes - Kodaline
Cold - The Coronas
You And I - Barns Courtney
Straight to My Head - You Me At Six
You can find the playlist on Spotify.
1
Jasper
The chase is thrilling.
The decimation of the human mind, turning them into creatures of survival just to repeat it all over again isn’t only euphoric but also a turn on.
It’s a play of cat and mouse, or rather of predator and prey. People don’t realize they’re done for even when a predator is on their tail.
The adrenaline keeps them high and mighty; it tells them things that will never happen like maybe they’ll survive, maybe the nightmare will be over.
It won’t.
The adrenaline is a false sense of hope, one last hurrah before everything crashes down.
Hope is brutal, that way.
Hope is one of the reasons why the human mind can take so much torture in the span of hours or days.
Twirling the remote in my fingers, I stalk up to where Petal has disappeared behind the trees. If she wasn’t so clueless about her sensual world, she would’ve realized she left footprints behind in the black soil. Her tiny feet are etched in the ground like tattletales and I easily follow them. Tracking has always been one of my fun activities. Humans leave a lot of trails behind, and it’s usually the reason for their doom.
I’ve learned early on to never be blindsided, even by my own self.
It was the only way to survive.
The sky has turned dark red and soon, the night will take claim in the calm Sicilian countryside.
This was my family’s house in Italy. There’s a winery in the distance — it’s a vast field of grapes for the best wine produced not only in Italy, but in the whole of Europe.
Small bursts of memories started coming back to me after the chat I had with Enzo Morelli on the way here. My father, Francesco Vitallio, was slowly steering clear from the shady mafia activity and decided to settle back in Sicily for good.
He was wrapping up the family business in the States. My mother was singing joyfully, reminding me that we’ll go back to our home and lands. My nonna was telling me stories about my late nonno and how they loved the land, the air, the people.
Those were my most joyful memories.
Until Costas wiped them from the face of the earth.
Along with my entire family, my mama, my nonna, my baby sister. They’re all gone, and my form of revenge? Working for their killer.
I briefly close my eyes at the onslaught of emotions and fragments of memories.
Lucio and Paolo will pay in blood. Every last Costa will — starting with my little Petal who thinks she can escape me.
I hit the button on the remote, shocking her by the collar around her neck. A slight yelp comes from my right before it’s quickly muffled.
I smirk, imagining her wrapping her tiny hands around her mouth to hide her presence. What she doesn’t know is that a slight sound is all I need to track her down.
She’s naked, barefoot, in an unfamiliar place, with an electric collar around her throat. She’s at her most vulnerable state, and if she thinks she’ll escape me, then maybe my little Petal doesn’t know me so well after all.
“Pet…” I drawl, making her aware of my position. “Are you running? Hiding?”
There’s a small rustle. She was probably lurking behind a tree but after hearing my voice, she ran for it again.
My poor little Petal doesn’t know that not only her fate, but her entire life was sealed.
Joseph or Georgina — or whatever the fuck her name is — is my first step in my revenge against the Costa clan.
I’ll extract every death out of her flesh and then theirs.
Only, that’s not the reason behind my rock-hard cock — it’s the fact that she’s not only mine but she’s also at my complete mercy.
She’s mine to ruin, own, and fuck senseless without the outside world’s interference.
If this isn’t her wildest fantasy coming true, I don’t know what is.
Is it more than what she signed up for? Yes. Do I fucking care? No.
We
played house in her apartment, so it’s time to play fucking house under my turf.
“You better run, Pet. If I catch you, it’s game over.” My voice echoes in the eerie silence of the forest surrounding the winery and the olive trees field in the opposite direction.
My nonno had this forest as a form of camouflage against the outside world. It was made to shield our extended families, the farmers who worked for us, the people who had our protection.
This place used to be heaven until the Costas made it fucking hell.
Twigs crush in the distance. My little Petal must be getting desperate, which means she’ll make mistakes. I can almost taste her fear, see the trembling of her lips, smell the sweat coating her skin.
My dick hardens against my pants and I don’t bother to readjust it anymore. She’ll get it unhinged and out of control.
My steps turn silent as I follow the trail of the twigs crushing. I stop a short distance away from where her skin is visible.
I smirk as she lifts her leg to rub it against her other calf.
My little Petal appears comfortable in her hideout. I sneak up to her, still twirling the collar’s remote in my hand.
The closer I get, the more I’m assaulted by her scent, strawberry, lilac and...fear. Her bare shoulder is shaking and her elbow is jutting out. It’s only when I’m closer that I realize it’s because she’s still wrapping a hand around her mouth to muffle any sound she makes.
I hit the button on the remote and she startles, nearly toppling over with the force of it.
A smile tugs on my lips when I’m right behind the tree as she struggles with the shock of the collar.
“Got you, Pet,” I whisper in a low, dark tone.
She yelps, but she doesn’t stop to look back at me.
Smart pet.
Her legs take control and she runs ahead. Her feet scraping against the ground and her black hair flying behind her like a cocoon.
Her ass and toned legs appear pasty white in the darkness of the dusk.
She chances a look behind her and when she finds me on her trail, the deep gray of her eyes widens.
Her head must be filled with different thoughts and her chest is crowded with the crippling fear assaulting her out of nowhere.
At this point, she must know she won’t lose me no matter what direction she chooses. I keep my pace steady in a jog as she struggles with decision making.
She surprises me when she stops abruptly. I expect her to give up, but she wraps her tiny hands around an olive tree and starts climbing, her naked limbs molding to the trunk.
A chuckle rips from me as I stand at the foot of the tree. In no time, she’s halfway up, using the branches to aid her in her quest.
She’s smart. I give her that. In the wild, when smaller animals can’t escape their predators, they climb on top of the tree and wait until the bigger animals get bored and leave. That’s the tactic she went for. What she doesn’t know is that I’m not a normal predator.
“You think I can’t follow, Pet?”
She glares down at me, hugging the branch with both her hands and legs like it’s a lifeline. It is.
“You’ll eventually get tired.” I tilt my head, enjoying the view of her cunt from the position.
“Fuck you,” she snarls at me, making a grab for another branch.
“I was going to play nice, but nice isn’t your thing, is it?” I hit the button on the remote and she loses her balance.
Petal shrieks, eyes closing, as her limbs fail her and she falls down.
Down.
Down...
And into my arms.
Her naked body snuggles against mine. Goosebumps and perspiration cover her skin, but her nipples are hardened in tight buds, probably because of the cold.
There’s a thrill in catching prey, in having them at your disposal to devour and do whatever the fuck you please with them.
There’s a small relief as she slowly opens her eyes and realizes she didn’t crash to the ground, but the relief is short-lived.
Her situation quickly catches up to her and she tries to fight me, to get away, but doesn’t she know that prey never escape once they’re caught?
I shock her again, and she goes completely still, her lips falling in an “O”.
“S-stop doing that.” She tries to scold, but her voice is weak, trembling with arousal, with how much she secretly loves it.
“You’ve been caught, do you know what happens next?”
She shakes her head frantically. “D-Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing.”
“You mean what we agreed upon?”
She juts her chin. “I didn’t agree on anything.”
“Oh, but you did. You made a run for it.” My voice drops. “And you lost.”
“Jasper,” she warns, her voice plagued with tremors.
I tighten my arm around her thighs. “What?”
“Let’s talk about this, okay?”
“I’m not interested in talking. You know why?”
“W-why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you in the ass, Pet.”
All the way back to the house, my little Petal has done everything to get away. She scratched me, bit me, kicked her feet.
That only managed to get her shocked, draw out her fight and get my dick harder — if that’s even possible.
By the time we arrive back in the room she woke up in, her energy has waned, and she’s panting as if coming down after a marathon.
I throw her on the bed, and she gets on all fours, trying to crawl away. I grab her by the ankles and cuff her with the leather restraints on the bedpost’s metal bars.
Her stay here is all prepared ever since she was sleeping.
Petal tugs on the cuffs, squirming, but it only makes the restraints tighten around her skin, and it must fucking hurt.
When it’s about survival, people ignore a lot of things like pain and discomfort. Their end goal becomes everything they want, everything they see.
It’s a mistake. Sooner or later, that pain will catch up to them.
By the time she nearly exhausted herself to the point of no return, I already cuffed her legs and wrists to the bed, making her spread-eagled for my pleasure.
Once she realizes that, Petal stops her useless flailing about, her lips twisting as her head falls on the pillow. “Jasper…don’t make me hate you.”
“You didn’t hate me when I was making all your fantasies come true,” I muse.
“I did.”
I round the bed so I’m standing in her direct view and yank off my shirt, pants and kick my shoes away.
Her gray eyes fill with lust as she watches my every move with a certain expression that she only gives me. An expression where her lips part and her cheeks redden. An expression that says she wants to devour me as much as I want to eat her alive.
“Doesn’t look like you hate what you’re seeing right now, my pet.”
She traps her lower lip under her teeth before she quickly releases it. “If you do this, I won’t forgive you.”
Her words piss me off and I round the bed again until I’m in direct view behind her.
I shock her and simultaneously slap her porcelain ass cheek. The sound of flesh against flesh echoes in the air. She gasps and it soon turns into a moan as I massage her assaulted skin.
“Do what? Hmm? Make you my slut?” I spank her again and again and she writhes against her bindings even as her ass wiggles in my direction. “Can you smell your arousal in the air, my dirty little slut?”
“Jas…” she whimpers, arching her neck so she can stare at me.
I slap her ass in three successive strikes until she shrieks. While she’s riding the pain, I thrust two fingers inside her soaked cunt. We groan at the same time as she buries her face in the sheet to hide from her pleasure, but there’s no hiding from the way her body reacts to me.
How her cunt opens for me, wiggli
ng against me demanding all that I can give.
So I do just that. I finger-fuck her while simultaneously spanking her ass.
“Oh, God, Jas...Jas…”
She’s so close, I can taste her release on the tip of my tongue.
“Get on your knees and flatten your tits on the bed,” I order her and she scrambles to obey, her knees shaking, her porcelain skin slightly scraped by the tree and whatever scratched her on her run.
“You’re not going to forgive me, huh?” My voice is low, dark, as she lowers her cunt against my fingers, chasing her orgasm.
“Do you think pets get a say in what happens to them?”
She mewls, her body covered in perspiration.
“Answer me, my filthy slut.”
“N-no,” she moans.
“That’s right. They don’t.”
I remove my fingers from her and she growls in frustration.
“That’s for having a smart fucking mouth, Pet.”
“J-Jas, please.” She shakes her ass, demanding I go back. “I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”
I smack her ass and she yelps. “Good how?”
She hesitates before blurting. “I-I’ll be a good slut.”
A smirk tugs on my lips. “A good slut, huh?”
“Yes, I promise.”
I grab my rock hard cock and run it against the juices of her cunt. She moans aloud, her nails digging into her palms. “You’re going to be a good girl.”