Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

Chapter 32 **

Dior

It takes three minutes of looking into Patricia's insecure eyes to realize she isn't experienced or confident enough to take the lead. I'm not either, but my cock is already hard, and I want her.

I lean forward, placing my palm on Patricia's cheek with my lips curling up into a smirk. The little thing gazes me up and down, obviously checking out my pecs. Her eyes stay on them for what seems like an eternity. I take a deep breath, and she abruptly lifts her chin, blushing as she locks her eyes with mine.

Intrigue immediately washes over me. Patricia is attracted to me, yet she seems determined to keep a restraint on herself. When I was licking her, she let go of her hatred and forgot about her barricades, but now they are back up, and I intend to destroy them.

I tilt my head. "Your bark is so big outside of this room, but once you're naked and wrapped in my arms, the warrior princess suddenly turns into a shy kitten."

Patricia part her lips, but I'm quicker—I knock her down on the mattress below me with the help of my lips. My cock hardens further at her attempting to push at my chest before her arms fall limp on the bed as she finally gives in to the mate-bond zapping between us.

She is at my complete mercy, and that knowledge both gives me power and feeds my ego. I might not be her alpha, but I call the shots when we are in bed, and the most satisfying part is that Patricia likes it. She might talk big, yet when I use my muscles to lock her beneath me before pressing my lips over hers, she moans in pleasure.

I kiss her lower lip before sucking the skin on her neck. It makes her shudder violently, even more, when I hum against her skin with my deep, husky voice. Huh, how surprising—she seems to like that.

With some added pressure, I kiss a trail down to her naked breast, causing her to jerk back and moan yet again.

"Oh god..." Patricia breathes.

Her arousal fills the room with this intoxicating scent, and I use one finger to enter her—I can't fucking help myself. I close my eyes at the taste of her on my fingertips and suck my finger clean.

When I crack one eye open, I chuckle at the lust written all over Patricia's face. Her cheeks are flushed, and I waste no time taking her hands in mine before moving them behind her head. Surprise flickers in her eyes, and I smile as I lean forward.

"Is this the part when I say something cheesy like, 'do you see anything you like'?"

Patricia narrows her eyes at me even though the red color on her skin burns many shades brighter. "Just shut up and fuck me already."

"Oh, baby, I intend on doing much more than that."

With my eyes never leaving hers, I fold my arms tightly around her, grinning when she grips my upper arms. Her fingertips try to dent my muscles, but I flex them in response, amused by her liking to touch me even though she will never admit it.

Patricia is too proud to admit she finds me sexy. It is easier for her to hide it too. Meanwhile, I can't hide my erection around her. I want her and run my hands down her spine to her plump ass. Fuck, I love how my fingertips sink into it, and I pull her up towards me, against my erection.

Patricia moans in response to me sliding into her. Holy shit—she is so wet for me! She digs her nails into my biceps as I enter her tight little pussy with a grunt, and I rock against her, moving my hips in rhythm.

"Shit!" I swear, loud and clear, without giving a shit. I'm not shy of groaning in pleasure and letting Patricia know how much I love her and her luscious body. My eyes close on instinct. "It's heaven inside of you, Patricia. You're so tight and wet."

My body goes tense, and the mattress creaks under our combined weight, mostly mine. Patricia is tiny beneath me—I didn't expect her to be able to take me, but fuck!

I rock my hips, groaning at how good it feels. My eyes seem to roll into the back of my head, and when the sweet little thing moves her hands up my chest, I almost lose it. She massages my pecs, squeezing them before using her thumbs to tickle my nipples.

It's a little unnerving—it's new being worshipped, but soon I'm mashing her beneath me, forcing her to use her tongue. And it's incredible! She continues for a while before she pauses to moan and instead moves her hands up to my back.

Another moan comes out of those perfect lips, and I fuck her harder. I've found the spot that seems to make her shudder like a leaf, and I love every minute. Her nails dig into my skin again, and she buckles and presses herself into me as if needing more of my cock.

Damn, that feels good.

I groan in response and feel myself slipping. I'm about to lose the little control I thought I had—if I let Patricia continue, then I will come. Holy shit. I should probably try to hold out longer, but I don't give a fuck. Patricia seems to be close to the edge.

"I can't believe how perfect you are... That cock…"

Swearing under my breath at her sexy little voice, I peek down at her and almost shoot my load. The image of Patricia beneath me, with all her curves and breast spilling out over her form, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

"Fuck—you're gorgeous."

I plunge deeper into her, making her cry out in bliss. Her eyes widen as I pick up speed, and those hands immediately find my chest, where they stay as I fuck her.

"You're so big! Jesus Christ!" Patricia breathes. "Oh-my-god, keep going! Fuck me harder, Dior!"

It baffles me how she can take so much of me, and when that wave of pleasure finally washes over me, Patricia is screaming, coming so hard that her entire body jerks, shudders, and buckles underneath me.

I can't take it anymore—her voice sends me over the edge until I slip off her while panting like a dog. I'm exhausted. I never thought sex with Patricia could be so good, but the most surprising thing is when I hear her following sentence.

"Okay, we are doing this again," her hand is resting on my chest, and I lift an eyebrow at Patricia's openness. She isn't even trying to hide her attraction and locks her eyes with mine. "Hand over your number—you've earned the position of my booty call guy."

"Is that right?" I ask.

"I won't admit that I like having sex with you again, Lavigne."

Snorting at her words, I lean closer to her ear. "I like you, Patricia. I like you a lot."

I roll over to hug her, but Patricia gets up from the bed with lightning speed as if my words physically burnt her.

Her following sentence is cold and emotionless. "I think you should go before Alice comes home."

Hurt immediately crashes over me in violent waves when I realize Patricia doesn't want to cuddle, and I lift my chin as she shakes her head to arrange her hair. She brushes her fingers through it and puts it on one side of her shoulder.

"You can find the door yourself."

I stay silent for what seems like an eternity before I swallow the bitter truth—Patricia doesn't want me here. She doesn't like me in the slightest, and I don't blame her, but at the same time, I'm not sure how to make it right between us.

How can I make her forgive me for the war between us that has been going on for years?

I don't know the answer to that, and I figure that perhaps there isn't anything I can do for Patricia to like me.

"Alright."

Sighing, I stand up with my heart freezing over once more. I like Patricia a lot, but mashing down the tingling emotions wreaking havoc inside of me is the only way to keep myself from doing something I might later regret, like hugging the woman.

I pick up my jeans from the floor, pulling them up before palming my neck as I make it for the door.

Patricia doesn't even look at me. Her eyes are glued on the wall, and another pang of hurt travels through me—she seems regretful. She must have finally realized she slept with the enemy.

My mouth turns dry at the thought, yet I manage to speak before leaving her alone inside her room. "Have a nice day."

And with those words, I hurry into the other room before I lose my composure and overstay my welcome. Patricia doesn't want me here. She appeared close to tears a second ago. Fuck me! The guilt churning in my stomach is almost impossible to bear.

Does she find me disgusting?

Should I not have fucked her?

Gah, I better not say anything. I rush for my shoes and don't even lift my head when I feel Patricia's presence. She stares at me while I sink my feet into my tennis shoes. I avoid looking at her for the entire duration and then open the door before I go down in flames.

"Bye."

Patricia doesn't reply. She exhales and looks ready to say something, but I can't stay. I have to get out of here—I can't breathe in her presence with the mate-bond humming between us. Pretending to be cold and untouched by Patricia's expression is near impossible. We are mates, but she hates me, so I guess I should leave.

I close the door behind me and then stare down at the ground as I walk, wondering what I did wrong. Is there anything I can do to earn Patricia's forgiveness? I've been trying, but I'm beginning to realize there is only so much that I can do.

I can't force Patricia to like me back, and it might be better if I just gave up and let her be.