love the way you hate - Sex Stories

love the way you hate

Love the way you hate. He looked over to where I was lying on his bed, curled up to his duvet, wearing just my thong and his slipknot t-shirt. He leaned on a bookcase only a little way away, he wore his black skinny jeans his chest bare showing off his flat stomach and strong arms. Despite how I felt looking at his flawless body, I couldn’t deny the look he was giving me, it was filled with hatred. One I was used to seeing on his face almost more then I was used to seeing him smile. That was the thing with us, we were either going for each other’s throats or we were tearing off each other’s clothes in passion and love. It was a love stronger then I had ever felt but he was the biggest arsewhole I had ever met. “How could you have slept with… with HIM!” he shouted, his voice was filled with hurt and anger. “You told me to move on, I tried to!” I shouted back frustrated with his mixed signals but knowing I was no better. Despite how much I wanted something normal I couldn’t, no matter how many times I tried no matter how many fights. He drew me to him like an angel to her god. We were stuck in a loop entwined together. “I didn’t acutely expect you to do it! Normally you do the complete opposite of what I want and what I need you to do!” his anger scared me, but I wasn’t going to back down he was so frustrating. “Because you don’t own me! I need someone that treats me better” I said my voice going emotionless. “go ahead leave kitty!” he shouted, his eyes looking at me saying ...

... ‘do it, I dare you’ without acutely needing to say anything. “fine!” I shouted getting to my feet and pushing past him toward the door. I kick it open leaving a huge dent in it. It wasn’t the only dent we had left in his door. But now wasn’t the time to think about that, I was fuming. How could he care so little after the night we had spent together? He clams to love me but the way he was so willing to chuck me away said otherwise. Sometimes we would go mouths without speaking he would get a new girl or I would get a new guy, but the other would come back we would end up sleeping together again and… you can guess the rest. Wherever we ventured into each other’s life’s we brought fire. “I didn’t give you permission to leave!” he shouted “I’m not done talking to you!” he shouted after me in the hall. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him, holding me still by my wrists. I struggled ageist him but there was little point he was at least 10x stronger than me. I screamed in his face. “shut up!” he shouted over me. “or what Lewis?!?!?” he asked my eyes wild. “or I’ll tie you to my bed and tape your mouth shut” he whispered, despite it being a threat it sounded good and sent electric throw me. but I wasn’t going to let him know that. “you going to keep me prisoner in your fucking flat!” I shouted. “no, I’m not a fucking mantle patient!” he shouted back. His grip had loosened on my arms and I took the opportune to push him back with my full body weight. He stumbled not expecting ...