I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Emery’s POV

I was actually doing this… yes I was.

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It was no big deal. Except my brain screamed: You’re gonna fuck this up, Emery. What if it slips? What if you

gag

like an idiot? You already know you’re trash at head, remember-

“Emery.”

I snapped out of it. I was still standing, naked, staring at the foil packet in his fingers like it was a bomb. My cheeks burned. Great. I’d just killed the hottest moment of my life with my perfectionist bullshit.

Atlas’s mouth curved, soft, patient, stupidly sexy. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it.”

“What… wait, no!”

I snatched the condom from his hand, ripped it open with my teeth, and flashed him the filthiest smirk I could manage while my heart tried to punch out of my chest.

I sank to my knees slowly, eyes locked on his the whole way down. I slid the rubber between my lips and rolled it down his thick, leaking cock with my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips jerking, fingers tightening in my hair.

I gagged a little (he was huge, okay?), but I didn’t stop until it was on perfect. When I pulled back, lips swollen, eyes watering, proud as hell, his face was wrecked. The sweet smile was gone. Just raw, animal lust.

He yanked me up by the arms, slammed me against his chest, and kissed me so dirty my knees buckled. Tongue fucking my mouth, teeth scraping, messy and perfect. We crashed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

He ripped his mouth away, chest heaving. “Spread.”

One word.

One filthy fucking word, and my legs fell open like they’d been waiting their whole life for that command. No embarrassment, just dripping, desperate need.

He crawled over me, lips on my throat. “Love when you listen… turns me on so fucking bad.”

“Atlas…” I moaned, already shaking.

“You’re so beautiful, Em. So damn beautiful. Every part of you.” His voice was wrecked.

I flushed hot, biting my lip as he fisted his cock, dragged the head through my soaked entrance, and started pushing in, slow, thick, relentless.

“Fuck,” I groaned, nails clawing his back, head slamming against the headboard.

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“You’re doing good, darling…” he whispered, kissing my jaw.

“Atlas, it feels…”

“You can do it… you can take it.”

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I cried out as he stretched me open, burning so good I saw stars. My eyes rolled back, mouth open on a silent

scream.

“Fuck, Emery, you’re clenching so goddamn tight,” he hissed, bottoming out, balls deep. He stilled for one heartbeat, then started moving, slow, long, filthy strokes that punched the air from my lungs.

Downstairs the party was still raging, bass thumping, drunk laughter echoing. I should have cared that half our friends were right outside that door.

I didn’t give a single fuck.

All I felt was Atlas splitting me open, owning every inch of me, fucking me like he’d been starving for it his whole life.I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, chasing every bit of friction, every drag of him inside

“Faster,” I gasped, the word slipping out like a desperate plea.

“What did you say?” Atlas asked, voice low and rough, hips slowing just enough to torture me.

“Faster,” I repeated, louder this time, nails digging into his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

I snapped my eyes open and found him grinning down at me, that cocky, dimpled smirk that made me want to kiss and slap him at the same time. Oh, he was teasing. Fine. Two could play that game.

I leaned up, sucked hard on his jaw, and whispered right against his skin, “Fuck me hard, Atlas. I need your cock ravaging me, make the bed rattle, fill me with your-”

He cut me off with a bruising kiss, then bit my bottom lip as he pulled almost all the way out. I whimpered at the loss, but then he slammed back in so deep my breath caught.

“You keep saying things like that and I might actually come,” he growled, eyes dark and wild.

I smiled, loving how wrecked he sounded, how much power I had even pinned beneath him. “Now would that be so bad? I mean, so what if you come early, it doesn’t stop you from-”

Thrust.

He drove in so hard a loud, shameless moan tore out of me-the kind I’d definitely cringe about tomorrow.

He smirked, all smug satisfaction. “You were saying?”

“Jerk,” I moaned, arching into him.

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“You want fast?” he muttered, teeth grazing my earlobe. “I’ll give you fast.”

Thrust.

“So fast your pussy’s gonna remember it for days.”

Thrust.

“You’re mine, Emery.”

Thrust.

“Only mine.”

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He picked up speed, relentless, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every snap of his hips. His hands found mine, fingers intertwining, pinning them above my head as he fucked me like he was claiming every inch.

My walls clenched hard, body trembling on the edge. “I’m close,” I managed, voice breaking.

Atlas kissed down my neck, hand sliding between us until his fingers circled my clit. “Come for me, Emery,” he whispered, rough and commanding.

That was it. His fingers rubbed tight, perfect circles, and I came undone-hard. My whole body convulsed, back arching off the bed, vision blurring as wave after wave crashed over me.

He swallowed my cries with a fierce kiss, hips jerking faster, chasing his own release. “Yes, baby,” he groaned against my neck, voice shattering as he came, cock pulsing deep inside me, filling the condom in hot, endless spurts.

We stayed tangled like that, breathless, hearts pounding against each other. His weight pinned me to the mattress, and I never wanted him to move.

After a minute, he lifted his head, eyes soft again, thumb gently brushing the tears from my cheeks.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

I laughed, wrecked and breathless. “I’m… floating. I don’t think my legs work anymore.”

He grinned, dimples flashing, and kissed me slow and sweet-nothing like the animal that had just destroyed

“Good,” he murmured against my lips,

Finally, he pulled out, and the emptiness made me ache. I watched, half-dazed, as he climbed off the bed, tied off the condom, and tossed it. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth. He cleaned me up so gently it made my chest tight.

When he finished, he slipped on his shorts, walked to my wardrobe, and glanced back. “Gray or blue?”

“Blue,” I mumbled, exhaustion hitting hard.

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He smiled, grabbed my blue pajamas, and helped me into them like I was something precious. Once we were both dressed, I collapsed onto the bed, limbs heavy, eyes barely open. Atlas sat at the edge, watching me with

that soft little smile.

“I wish you could stay,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

“I wanna stay too,” he said quietly, “but we can’t have people asking questions.”

Yeah. As much as I loved our friends, if they found out I’d just hooked up with my soon-to-be stepbrother… the judgment would be brutal.

“So do we just pretend this night never happened?” he asked, voice careful.

Hell no. I was done hiding.

“No…”

His smile widened, real and relieved. He leaned in, kissed me gently, then pulled back. “Good night, Emery Collins.”

“Good-” I yawned, “-night, Atlas Lawson.”

He kissed my forehead one last time before slipping out the door. The second he was gone, sleep dragged me under.

The next morning

“You had sex,” Sam’s voice boomed across my room.

My heart slammed into my ribs. I bolted upright, clutching the covers. “No I didn’t!” I lied, way too fast.

“Oh please, don’t play saint with us,” Sam said, flopping onto my bed with a grin. “I had sex with Ford, and Jazz hooked up with that cute guy from the bonfire.”

“Okay, mouthpiece,” Jazz muttered, rolling her eyes from the doorway.

Sam shrugged, leaning in, eyes wide and gleaming. “So, Emmy bear, who was the guy that rocked your world?”

I bit my lip, pulse racing. Should I tell them? Would they really judge me?

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