Free LOVE AND HATE (A Billionaire Romance) by Mia Carson

several key functions. You can even keep doing whatever it is Brunvand wants you to do. I promise you won’t find any dirt on me. Once the merger is sealed, I will personally pay your hundred thousand dollars of student loan debt, and the sixty thousand on your credit card. I’ll even throw in a nice new car.”
    My mouth went dry. “That’s blackmail.”
    “Oh no, this is a bribe. Very different animals.”
    “No way.”
    “What’s the difference? You already agreed to be a whore for Brunvand. I’m not offering anything different. I’m just offering a much sweeter pot.”
    I stood up. I wasn’t going to take this. “You can’t call me a whore.”
    “Call girl? Hooker?”
    Red hot anger splashed over me. I could feel the color in my cheeks, bright red. My hands shook, so I balled them into fists. Carefully in the shoes, I took a few steps towards him, making sure I didn’t wobble. This close I could smell him—sweat and Old Spice. “You have no right talking to me like that.”
    He laughed. His breath smelled like mint and whiskey. I liked the shape his lips made, even though the laugh was cruel.
    “If you can’t take it, babe, don’t dish it out. I didn’t spill a drink on you.”
    “Yeah, well, business is business. As you should know. I’ll never be your trophy wife.”
    “Mackenzie.” Scott closed the gap between us, his chest touching mine. The sensation of the lamé fabric against my nipples was electric. “You already are.”

Scott
     
    “You’re just a rich son of a bitch who thinks he can have whatever he wants.” She raised her voice at me.
    “Prove me wrong. You’re just a money-grubbing sex fiend.”
    “You’re shit in bed.”
    I laughed in her face. “Baby, you’re not that good of an actress.”
    Even though I was furious with her, I had to have her. God, that dress. Her hair. Her smell. I could no longer stand Mackenzie Taylor, but that didn’t mean she didn’t ignite my passion. Those flushed cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. I grabbed the back of her head, my hand entwining in the flowing brown locks, tilted her head, and kissed her. She kissed back. Our teeth clacked together and caught the corner of my lip, and we tasted blood together.
    I threw her onto the couch, where she landed with her legs spread, one foot in the air, a strappy silver shoe sparkling in the dance lights. The barely there skirt rode up, showcasing tiny black panties. Her left breast had come free of her dress, and I noticed she didn’t try to cover it.
    Where to start with her?
    Her nipple was a perfect quarter against milk-white flesh, the peak teased tight by arousal or anger, or maybe just the air conditioning. I had to taste it. I lowered myself onto her, not being gentle, giving her my full weight. My mouth attached to her exposed nipple. I wasn’t gentle. Mackenzie didn’t like gentle anyway. She raked her fingernails down my back as I nipped and sucked as hard as I could. She thrust her hips against my crotch, and I reached for the tiny black panties.
    As always with Mackenzie, by the time my hand reached her panties, they were drenched. I couldn’t get my dick out of my pants fast enough. I tried to pull the panties to the side, but they got in my way, so I flicked my wrist and ripped them off. She cried out as the straps dug into her hips, then snapped. I muffled her voice with a kiss. Our tongues fought as I pushed into her wetness, mounting her on the leather sofa while techno music blasted around us. She howled with pleasure as I took her, holding nothing back. I freed her left breast and took each perfect globe in one hand. She liked when I pinched and twisted her nipples, which made her thrash under me like a little, wild animal.
    A string of filth came out of her mouth. She told me ‘harder,’ called me names, and screamed my name. At the rate I was going, I couldn’t last long, not with her delectable pussy lips wrapped so tightly around me. I’d never been inside such a tight