After clearing out another dungeon, I rolled my shoulders back and reached for my water bottle. I should be asleep and not at the desk near my hotel bed. Sleep was necessary, but it wouldn't come to me. It was elusive and cruel as it teased me with sleepiness but anxiety kept it too far away to be able to reach. Tomorrow was the first round in the competitive gaming tournament finals, and there were a lot of things to be nervous about.

I'd been a successful streamer for three years now, but never shown my face. People watched my live gameplay and heard my voice, but no one had ever seen me. I was private and I liked it that way. I liked being faceless and mysterious, but tomorrow that wouldn't be an option anymore. Tomorrow I would have to take pictures with the other competitors, I'd have to deal with the fact that the entire session would be recorded on camera for people to both watch our gameplay, but also our reactions as we played.

I was not looking forward to it.

I wanted to believe I had tough skin, but I wasn't sure I bought that. I was bullied throughout most of my grade school years for being on the chubby side of curvy. I thinned out a little as an adult but skinny was definitely not a word anyone could use to describe me, and people on the internet were cruel. They hid behind their screens and said mean things, not caring how it impacted another person, and that's what worried me. I would need to get a tough skin because that was my only option if I was going to keep doing competitive, pro gaming. Didn't mean I wasn't nervous.

I took a long drink from my water and an alert popped up on my gaming laptop screen, saying someone sent me a message.

ErostheIncubus: Why the fuck are you still awake? We have a tournament tomorrow.

Sighing, I narrowed my eyes at the message as if I was glaring at Eros himself. I hated him. I loathed him. And I hated the tournament for forcing us to be on a team together for the finals.

We didn't know that was going to happen when we first joined. We were both excited when we won the national championship to place for the finals. Separately. Then the company running the competition dropped the bomb on us that the international finals would be themed around teamwork to celebrate the release of their new co-op game. Teamwork meant everyone was split into teams and every country was representing itself, and since Eros was the other finalist in the U.S., it meant we were pushed into a team together.

Never mind we hated each other. Never mind we couldn't be in the same room without getting close to bloodshed. Never mind we'd been rivals for the last two years because that arrogant prick ruined my friend's life. It didn't matter to the competition. What mattered was showing teamwork to celebrate, aka advertise, their new game. Even if the people on a team together would rather commit murder.

I had been excited for the announcement of the new game but now I hated it because it came with making me work with the one person I never wanted to work with. It was a slow start to get us playing together at all.

The loathing was mutual and we both refused until our agents pointed out unless one of was dropping out of the competition, there was no other choice. I definitely wasn't dropping out, and Eros wasn't either. So here we were, after endless long days of practice learning to get along at least enough to play together, hours away from our first round in the finals.

QueenRyuu: Why are YOU still awake? We have a tournament tomorrow

The animosity wasn't going away. Even if we did have those brief moments of getting along only because we both loved gaming and the same kinds of games. It bothered me we actually complimented each other well in the games once we could get past wanting to kill each other in real life. He always wanted to play the classes that complimented mine. At least in the virtual world there was no argument over who got to play what. In the real world, we couldn't even agree on pizza toppings.

ErostheIncubus: I got on because someone else told me you were on and it's late. Go to bed, Shaye. I'm not letting you bring me down tomorrow.

"Oh, what I would give to actually slice your head off in real life and not just a game," I said, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I responded. It annoyed the hell out of me that he knew my real name and I didn't know his. I only called him Eros because it was all I had to work with from his gamer tag. Even his agent didn't call him by a name other than Eros. I asked my agent to find out his real name but she couldn't, so I was stuck referring to his stupid gamer tag.

QueenRyuu: Getting a little obsessive are we? Having your minions keep tabs on me? Cute, but you're the opposite of my type in every conceivable way. Do take it personally when I tell you to go fuck yourself. I'm ready for tomorrow, you're the one that choked today and almost got us killed. Don't forget I scored higher on the leaderboard for the nationals, meaning I'm technically the captain of this team, meaning I call the shots. Go to bed yourself and stop bothering me.

Even as I typed the words, what I hated probably more than anything, was that they weren't entirely true. I thought the source of my hatred for Eros would always be the way he completely damaged and permanently ruined my friend's career and life, and it was, but I had a new source of hatred that I was worried was taking up even more space.

I was attracted to him. Even thinking the words made me boil in rage and feel sick but at the same time caused flutters in places they shouldn't. Eros was everyone's type and that would become abundantly clear after his face reveal tomorrow. He was a beautiful devil with dark hair that, when not covered in a loose beanie, was a disheveled mess of annoying sexiness. His dark blue eyes were so striking sometimes, especially if he wore blue, that they were almost hypnotizing. He was over six feet tall, not because I asked but because I was just shy of five and a half feet tall and he definitely had practically a foot over me in height.

And that body. The one I wanted to set on fire and chop up into tiny pieces, I also was reluctantly drawn to the idea of feeling it. He was on the lean side of muscular, toned everywhere. I tried to ignore the way his clothes all fit him so nicely to show that off, but there wasn't really ignoring it when we bumped into each other in the hallway after he'd been on a run. Shirtless. I lost count of the number of abs because I didn't want him to catch me staring, but...

I hated that asshole was sexy. It wasn't fair. People with ugly personalities should have ugly exteriors so we knew to stay away from them, but instead, his was perfect. Full lips, strong jaw, an annoying smirk that my mind hated but my body apparently enjoyed. The corded muscles on his forearms that showed up a lot because he always wore a hoodie but then often pushed the sleeves back while we were playing, were the bane of my existence. The fact I was attracted to him despite how awful he was made me hate him even more.

ErostheIncubus: Need I remind you my 'choke', as you call it, came shortly after you spilled water all over your shirt. Put any straight guy in a room with a girl with tits like yours in a wet, white shirt, and tell me he wouldn't get distracted even if the girl attached to those tits is unbearable. What happened today was a hundred percent your fault. Now go to bed. I don't give a fuck about the technicalities or who you think is in charge. The fact of the matter is that I'm stuck in this with you and that means you need to not fuck me over by being too tired to focus tomorrow.

My cheeks flamed and I seriously considered grabbing the lamp off the nightstand, going to his room, and bashing his head in.

QueenRyuu: First of all, you're disgusting. No one told you to look and it's not my fault you can't control yourself. Second of all, I'll go to bed when I feel like it. Piss me off one more time, and I'm blocking you until the first round tomorrow. In the meantime, I suggest you learn some self-control because once we're being recorded live, you don't get to make up excuses for being a shitty gamer. Everyone will see and review the footage and find out you're not as good as you think you are. I think you're the one that ought to get to bed so you can be rested enough to at least try to not be stuck in my shadow while I carry us through this tournament.

I sent the message off and couldn't decide if I was happy to put him in his place, or nervous at his response. The quickest way to set off Eros was to tell him he wasn't good at this. It was a major hit to his ego that would send him on a rampage but I didn't care. He started it and he deserved it. The asshole.

I expected a faster response but I didn't get one. Instead, I jumped as loud banging on my door sounded. Uh oh. Closing my laptop, I walked over to the door, standing on my toes to look through the peep hole and sucking in a breath when I saw Eros standing there, glaring at the peephole like he knew I was looking. In nothing but boxers. God, he was sexy. Sexy bastard I wanted to kill.

I put the chain lock in place before unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door a crack and keeping my body behind the door, only peeking my head around. He didn't need to see how many clothes I wasn't wearing. I was in pajamas, which was really just an old, oversized t-shirt and shorts I would never wear in public because thanks to the constant bullying as a kid, I was very self-conscious of my thick thighs.

"What?" I snapped.

"Is there anything that stops you from being a raging bitch twenty-four seven?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Is there anything that stops you from being an egotistical asshat twenty-four seven?" I countered. "You were the one pushing bed and now you show up at my door. Go to bed yourself, Eros."

I went to slam the door but he put his hand against it and it barely budged. I sent him a dirty look and he scowled, leaning in closer, his fingers curling around the door. "Open the door."

"Why?"

"Because I have a feeling the only way you and I are going to get any rest tonight is if we exhaust ourselves by working out the anger we have over being stuck here together."

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Angry fucking," he said, tapping his fingers against the door. "Let me in."

"Are you insane?" I asked, my eyes going wide as heat gathered in my body. "I'm not having sex with you!"

"Why not?" He shrugged. "You check me out all day long, Shaye. I'm not asking for a commitment. I just want the anger I got thanks to you," he said, narrowing his eyes, "to go away so I can rest. You need it too. Let me in and we'll angry fuck until we pass out."

"I don't know what makes you think I have any interest in you, but I-"

"But you do," he said, his fingers tightening on the door. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't get all hot earlier when you caught me staring at your tits. Go ahead."

I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes at him, opening my mouth to speak and hating the way the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk because he somehow already knew I was going to lie. I already felt an ache building between my legs and I hated it. I also hated it might not have been so intense if I hadn't touched myself so much while thinking about him and his sexy voice.

"You're repulsive," I seethed.

"Likewise," he said, moving his hand away from the door. "Now open the door so I can feel how wet your pussy is from fighting with me."

"It-it's not," I stammered.

"Yes it is," he said, stepping closer, his eyes zeroing in on me and making me feel exposed. "Just like I'm hard from fighting with you."

My eyes betrayed me as they drifted down to where he was strained against his boxers. The look only lasted a second but a second was all it took. He was watching me, and he noticed. He grabbed the handle on the door and before pulling it closed, said. "Take off the chain and open the door."

I stood on the other side of the door, cursing my body and my mind. My body knew what it wanted and my mind was siding with it despite the hatred. The idea should've been repulsive in every way and it wasn't. It wasn't at all. It sounded like a release of pent-up stress that I needed and who better to let it out on than the asshole responsible for making me stressed? It wasn't my fault we'd spent the last month almost constantly around each other. The tension just kept building and I was tired of it.

Groaning in frustration, I unlocked the chain and opened the door, glaring at him. "This means nothing. I still hate you."

"Good," he said, stepping into the room and kicking the door closed. "Hate-sex is better."

He grabbed my jaw and crashed his lips down on mine in a bruising kiss that had the moan escaping without thought. He turned me and shoved me against the wall, his tongue snaking into my mouth while his other hand went down and grabbed my ass, pulling me right up against him, his hard cock pressed against my stomach.

I whimpered as his lips moved against mine in a demand, his fingers tightening on my jaw while his hand made its way up to my breast. He grabbed my breast through the fabric, his thumb easily finding the hardened peak and rubbing over it repeatedly.

"Fuck," he groaned, pinching my nipple and making me whimper. "Let's see how much of a liar you are," he said, grabbing me and spinning me around. He smacked my ass and grabbed it roughly before pulling me back against him. He dropped his hand down and cupped between my legs.

"Oh God," I whimpered, bracing my palms on the wall as he started rubbing me through my thin pajamas.

"Fucking liar, Shaye," he whispered against my ear as he kept rubbing me, the moisture seeping through the fabric. His other hand slid under my shirt and grabbed my breast again, this time with nothing in the way. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and the pleasure shot through me, making my legs quiver slightly. "Your pussy is so wet for me, I could fuck you right now."

He moved his hand up and slid it down into my shorts and underwear all at once. He circled my clit and I dropped my forehead against the wall, arching my back to stick my ass out more as he started grinding his cock against me.

"Fuck, Shaye, I bet your pussy is aching to be filled," he rasped, nipping at my ear. "Isn't it?"

I whimpered and nodded, rolling my ass back against him. "You're a jackass."

"You're a pain in the ass," he countered, making me cry out when he shoved two fingers into me.

He pumped them in and out of me while he rubbed his cock against my ass. His other hand took my nipple between two fingers and tugged roughly, making me whimper and clench on his fingers.

"Is this how wet you get from fighting with me?" He asked, curling his fingers and hitting a sensitive spot. "Is your pussy always this drenched when you're sitting next to me, pretending you hate me while we game but really just wanting to take a ride on my cock?"

"You're so full of yourself," I moaned, grinding back against him because I loved the way he groaned when I did. "I wasn't even thinking about you. You're welcome for getting myself ready before you barged in."

Eros chuckled, sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth and biting down harshly, making me hiss. "Got yourself ready by fighting with me like you always fucking do."

"No," I breathed, trying not to whimper. The pleasure was building so fast because of course that asshole had to be good with his hands. The words about to come out were going to get me in some deep trouble and I knew it. Thinking about it made me clench. I was about to piss him off and I had a feeling he wouldn't let me get away with it. I clenched again and he chuckled.

"So fucking turned on you can't stop clenching on me," he said, drawing his nose along the column of my neck. "And you still wanna pretend you don't get off on fighting with me."

"It wasn't you," I breathed, bracing myself for his full-blown anger. "I was watching Axel's stream and his voice was what got me going until you rudely interrupted."

AxelSlays was another gamer in our world, and Eros may have hated me, but there was a different kind of revulsion to Axel. Axel was his nemesis and had been since day one. They'd never gotten along, they'd always hated each other. Rumor had it they knew each other before becoming successful streamers and there was some bad blood there. Theories flew around about what the bad blood was but no one knew the truth. Even Axel's name sent Eros into a fury and the way he completely stilled when I said that told me I poked the beast maybe a little too hard.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He seethed low in my ear, making my entire body shiver in delight.

"I said I was thinking about Axel's sexy voice," I said, braving a look back at him over my shoulder.

The way he looked at me made me clench so hard, there was no hiding it from him because his fingers were still buried inside me. That glare got more intense every passing second and I swallowed. Every part of me was way too turned on by how angry he was. It couldn't be healthy.

Eros took his hands out of my pants and out from under my shirt, then turned me around and got in my face. He glared down at me and my entire body became aware under that stare. Every part of me was aching to be handled by angry Eros.

My mind was even trying to trick me into thinking it wasn't just anger but something else. That maybe Eros was jealous I actually had a decent repertoire with Axel. He did seem jealous when we all saw each other, when Axel got friendly with me. Eros nearly beat the shit out of Axel the day Axel hung out with me and I tried to tell myself it was only because he hated Axel so much. Nothing to do with me. Probably.

Eros grabbed my chin a lot gentler than I expected and forced our eyes to meet. "On your knees."

"Why?" I breathed.

"Because if your mouth is full of my cock, it won't' be able to keep lying," he growled. "Knees. Now."

"Who says it's a lie?" I asked even as I descended to my knees, licking my lips as I stared at the bulge in his boxers.

I expected another biting remark but the dark laugh was unexpected. It sent another excited shudder through me and I gazed up at him.

"You're going to admit it's a lie by the time I'm done punishing you," he said, tugging his boxers down and letting his thick cock out. I inhaled sharply at the sight of it, a vein running down the side, a small amount of precum on the tip. "Suck."

Part of me said I should fight with him more and not let him think he was winning so easily. The other part of me said fuck that, he's too hot and I want him too bad. I needed this anyway. Get it out so I could sleep for the competition. I was doing myself a favor, at least, that's what I tried to tell myself as I opened my mouth and took him in. I intended to go slowly but I should've known better after pissing him off so much.

Eros grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrapped his other hand around my throat as he shoved into my mouth. I gagged, my eyes watering as he pushed all the way in, sinking down my throat until I constricted around him in an attempt to breathe.

"Next time you start a fight with me, I want you to think about this," he said, thrusting into my throat despite the fact he was already completely in. I gagged, staring up at him through watery eyes. "I want you to remember what's going to happen when you piss me off. When that mouth starts flying, I'm going to fill it up until you're choking."

He pulled out and I gasped for air but it didn't last long. He slid his hand up to my jaw and stretched my mouth open before thrusting in again. I felt myself growing wetter, the excitement dripping down my thighs as he slid in and out of my mouth. The rhythmic sound of me gagging on him as he shoved in and out was the only sound aside from his groaning. He slid his hand down to my throat and curled his fingers around it, shoving in rougher, making me whimper and reach down to touch myself because I was so turned on, the ache was getting painful.

My hands didn't make it. Eros grabbed my wrists and held them above my head with one hand, his other hand returning to my throat as he pressed his cock against where I was panting to catch my breath. "No touching yourself," he said, rubbing his tip against my lips. "Not until I decide you've earned it. Open."

Whimpering, I opened my mouth and he shoved into it again. He held my throat tightly and stayed in control of the pace, of all of it while I just kept my mouth open as he face-fucked me. My nipples felt sensitive against my shirt as the spit started dripping down my chin. Every part of me was sensitive and begging to be touched.

Eros groaned and shoved down my throat, making my watery eyes widen and a moan escape as I felt him emptying down my throat. I swallowed every last drop until he was done. He pulled out of me and I gasped for air but I was already being yanked up and pulled back against him. His hand slipped under my clothes again, his fingers shoving into my pussy and making me cry out, thankful for some friction.

"You're drenched from me fucking your throat, Shaye," he whispered against my ear as he started roughly pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Don't fucking lie to me. You're turned on because of me."

"No," I said, shaking my head, wanting more of this. Of him fighting with me. Demanding from me. Dominating me. A shudder ran through me and I rolled my ass back against him. "I'm only hearing Axel's voice."

"Bullshit," he growled, pulling his hand out of my pants and pushing me towards the bed. I stumbled slightly and went to turn toward him but he already had ahold of my hip and spun me around, curled his fingers around the collar of my shirt, and legitimately tore it open.

The sound of fabric tearing caught me off guard and my eyes widened as he ripped it open so it barely just hung on my shoulders, leaving my chest bare to him.

"You seriously just tore my shirt?" I said, shoving him back. "Asshole!"

"You'll get over it," he said, grabbing my hands when I went to shove him again and pinning them behind my back.

He slammed his lips down on mine and I moaned, letting out a small whimper when he held my wrists down on my back with one hand, the other smacking down on my ass. I clenched and he yanked on my shorts and underwear until they slid down my legs and pooled at my feet.

"Stay," he ordered, biting down on my lip hard before letting me go and walking over to my desk.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I frowned as he grabbed the scarf I'd been wearing earlier.

"Looking for something useful," he said, coming back over to me. He moved behind me and grabbed my wrists, tying them behind my back. I sucked in a breath as he tightened it then came back in front of me. He backed me up until the back of my knees hit the bed. His hands dropped to the back of my thighs and he surprised me when he lifted me up like it was nothing and tossed me back on the bed.

Him climbing over me should not have been as sexy as it was. Every flex of his muscle, every calculated look in his eyes as they roamed over my body. I felt so exposed and was a little self-conscious as his hands ran over my body, over my stomach. I had the urge to cover my stomach but couldn't, but his next words, backhanded as they were, made me feel better.

"Fuck you for having such a sexy body," he grumbled, grabbing my breasts and squeezing, his head dipping down, tongue flicking over one of the hardened peaks.

I moaned, arching my back towards him. His hand slipped down, rubbing my clit while he sucked, teeth grazing my nipple and making me whimper as pleasure shot through me, pleasure that only grew with all the attention he gave my body. His other hand slid up, wrapping around my throat and making me inhale sharply. That action nearly sent me over the edge but he stopped.

"Eros," I whined.

He slapped my clit, making me yelp. His hand tightened on my throat as he came over me, staring down at me with those intense eyes. "What did you just say?"

"Your name," I said, furrowing my brows. "I mean, the only one I know."

He hummed and started rubbing my clit again, making me whimper. "That's right, Shaye," he said, dipping his head down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're saying my name. Because you're thinking about me."

He nipped at my ear then moved down, trailing rough kisses and bites down my body, over my breasts, then lower until he was between my legs. I sucked in a breath as I gazed down at him, spreading my legs open and staring between my legs. His eyes lifted to mine and I swallowed. Fuck you too for being so sexy.

"You're not cumming until you tell the truth," he said, biting on my inner thigh, sucking on the skin until it turned red and made me whimper.

His head went between my legs and I let out a loud moan as he started licking and sucking. He was as ruthless with this as he was when we played together. Just continually brought me over to the edge then backed off until I was whimpering, aching and burning for a release. As if I wasn't completely on edge already, he slid his hands up and took both my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he ate me out.

"Eros," I groaned when he stopped again.

"It's funny you're blaming me for this when you know exactly what you need to do to cum," Eros said, lifting his head and licking his lips as he stared up at me. My heart skipped a beat and a whimper escaped when he tugged roughly on my nipple. "Had enough?"

"Fuck you," I whispered, aching to press my legs together for some kind of contact but I knew the moment I tried, he'd just be pulling them apart.

"Ask nicely."

I pursed my lips and he shrugged, standing and pulling his boxers down with zero shame. I mean, he didn't need to have shame, his body was enough to make a girl wet even without doing anything but existing, but his confidence was still annoying. Definitely annoying and not hot in any way.

"That's fine, Shaye, suit yourself," he said, positioning himself between my legs. I sucked in a breath, thinking he was finally going to do it, but instead he just rubbed himself against my pussy lips, then teased my clit with the tip before moving over me and taking my breasts in each hand. "I got no problem leaving you here aching all night. I'll just get my own release then head to bed."

"You wouldn't," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"You sure?" He asked, sliding his dick between my breasts and groaning. "Fuck, I knew these would feel so good to fuck," he said, thrusting between my breasts over and over again.

I tried not to be turned on and to only be annoyed, but the way he was enjoying my body was doing something to me. And I didn't doubt for a second that he would finish himself off and then leave me here. He'd probably leave me tied up, too. Asshole.

"Fuck, baby, you better decide fast if it's worth it to keep being a brat because these tits feel so good, I'm about to cum all over you," he said, rubbing his thumb over my nipple as he continued thrusting.

I whimpered and pressed my legs together. "Fine, please fuck me."

"Nah, that's not enough," he groaned, thrusting harder. "I want you to say my name, beg for it, and admit you weren't thinking about Axel for a second."

"Well I had to be thinking about him, I did say his name."

A rough tug to both nipples had me crying out in both pleasure and pain, wondering if there was something wrong with me because I wanted him to do it again.

"Try again, Shaye."

His movements became faster between my breasts and I groaned, glaring at him. "Fine, I wasn't thinking about Axel, I just wanted to piss you off."

"And why were you so wet when I came in?" He asked, slowing his movements.

"Because your annoying sexy voice is exciting, okay?" I sighed.

"Good girl," he said, being a lot gentler as he ran his thumbs over my breasts and moved down, settling between my legs and bracing a hand over my shoulder as he leaned down, his nose nearly touching mine. "Now beg me to fuck you, use my name, and make sure you say it loud."

"Oh fuck you," I hissed.

"You'll get to when you behave," he said, gripping my hips and grinding himself against me. I whimpered at the friction, at the need for something to just push me over the edge already.

"Please fuck me, Eros," I said, hating him and wanting him all at once.

"Louder," he said, dropping his hand down between my legs, teasing my clit as he rubbed himself against my pussy.

"Please fuck me," I whimpered, my body writhing under the attention and sensitivity from all the edging.

"Louder."

I bit down on my lip, feeling the orgasm coming but he stopped. I groaned in frustration as I glared down at him, unable to take it anymore. "Please fuck me, Eros!"

"Damn, all right, if you insist," he said, bringing my legs up against his chest before shoving into me so hard, I cried out and came. I couldn't help it. All the teasing pushed me so close to the edge I was right on it and that one movement was enough to shove me over the edge. "Fuck," he groaned, pumping in and out of me as I came, making the orgasm even more intense. His hands curled around my thighs and held them tightly as he pounded into me so hard it hurt a little. He didn't give me a moment to breathe or come down from the high before another started building as his thick cock slipped in and out of me. "So fucking wet and tight," he growled, thrusting in harder. "Does that hurt?"

"A little," I whimpered. But don't stop.

"You like it," he said, smirking at me and thrusting in harder, making me cry out again and nod. "Good."

He kept his hold on my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He stood at the edge while my ass nearly hung off it and he plowed into me so hard I screamed. He groaned, his hands tightening on my thighs as he moved in and out of me fast and hard, ruthless like he always was.

My toes curled as he pounded into me over and over, his skin slapping against mine with every hard thrust. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, watching as they bounced with the movement. Him staring at me like that, his eyes darkened and intense, his breath coming out shallower as he fucked and stared at me, it made me feel even hotter, made my body even more sensitive.

"Next time you scream," Eros said, shoving into me faster, grunts coming out between words as his cock slipped in and out of my pussy that was so wet, I could feel it running down. He slid his hand down over my thigh, then between my legs, rubbing my clit and making my body jerk at the added sensitivity. "Make sure you're screaming my name. I want him to hear it. I want him to hear you cum on me."

"You're messed up in the head," I said breathlessly, whimpering when he slapped my clit. Axel wasn't in the competition but he came to watch and it bothered Eros to no end his room was right next to ours. Though the crazy part of me wondered if the bigger problem was that Axel's room was next to mine.

"And?"

I managed to look at him through the pleasure haze and he was just staring in my eyes. I wasn't expecting that and my heart thumped strangely in my chest as his eyes stayed on mine while I built until I was almost to the edge again. I whimpered, my hands curling behind my back, getting tighter with every rough thrust. I clenched around him and he groaned, rubbing my clit faster.

"My name, Shaye," he said again. "You better fucking scream it or you're going to be uncomfortable all day when I edge you all night and never let you cum."

"I fucking hate you," I whimpered, clenching on him even more.

His hands slid down, cupping my ass and lifting it slightly. My eyes widened at the slight change in position that made a world of difference in the feeling. He hit a different spot now, a spot that sent me full blown leaping over the edge as I came.

"Eros!" I cried out, my toes curling, my entire body shuddering as I came more intensely than I ever had.

"Fuck, Shaye," he groaned, holding me tightly and shoving into me with shorter, faster thrusts. He groaned as he came inside me, his hands tightening on me almost painfully until he was done.

I was still sensitive, so when he slipped out of me I let out a small whimpery moan, turning my face toward the bed to muffle it. He chuckled and did the last thing I expected. Caressed along my calf and pressed a kiss to my ankle before letting my legs down. He moved over me, straddling my waist and pulling me up so my cheek pressed to his chest.

My heart thumped strangely again and I told it to knock it off. He wasn't actually hugging me, he was just reaching around me to untie the scarf. Except the scarf loosened and my hands were free for several seconds before he moved off me and plopped down next to me. I sunk down next to him and set my hand over my chest as I tried to gain control of my breathing.

Biting on my lip, I briefly closed my eyes, hating that what just happened was the best sex I'd ever had. With my enemy. With someone that was selfish, arrogant, and everything I hated. I felt contact against my cheek and I opened my eyes, looking over and finding Eros on his side, facing me, running the back of his hand along my cheek. Staring at me.

"What?" I asked, sliding my hands down and wrapping my arms around my waist, as if I wasn't already exposed to him.

"Nothing," he said, grabbing my chin, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip before sliding it down and dropping his lips on mine in a rough, demanding kiss. "One more round."

"Fine," I sighed, narrowing my eyes at him. "I still hate you."

"I hate you too, Shaye," he said, climbing over me and planting his lips on mine. 

A/N:

Heyyy here is my holiday gift to you! I hope you enjoyed 💜

This one shot actually got turned into a book that's complete on Patreon btw, link in my bio 💜