Hate Sex Novels & Stories

“You don’t like that your sexual needs can overwhelm your intellect.” She sighed, not entirely sure if it was from annoyance or pleasure at the way he touched her. “It’s more than that. Sex is primal and basic. I hate you, but I hate my own weakness more.” “Hate is the flipside of love, they say.” He grinned before brushing his lips against hers, trying to coax her to respond. “That’s bullshit. Apathy is the flipside of love. Hatred and love are

“You wanted my virginity, yeah, you’ve had it. Good luck, humping your pillows all night.” I turned on my heels about to leave the office, but I heard the sound, before I understood that I was being slammed against the wall. My front pressed against the wall, as he twisted one of my arms behind my back while he held the other to the wall. “From some of the books I read, I heard hate sex, is better.” He murmured against my ears, and God, my knees grew weak and my heart raced. “Since you hate me so much, sex will be more pleasurable, what do you say? Wanna try it in here?”

Sage saw his words fly out before he could stop them. "It's maybe because we're not whole humans, we can't have sex with a person while fantasizing about another person. The problem is, we're supposed to hate the person we're always fantasizing about." Carson said and Sage clenched his fists into fists. "I do hate her, yes. I don't love her or anything. It was just some sex tension accumulated on me because I haven't had sex for so long and because she has this body that I can't resist but I will never let it happen again." Sage stated adamantly.

The mix made everything more intense. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tatum’s breasts bounced with each movement. Sloane reached between them and rubbed Tatum’s swollen clit in firm circles. The sensations pushed them both closer. Raw emotion poured out between thrusts. “This stopped being only hate a long time ago,” Sloane admitted, her voice rough and breaking slightly. “I think about you all the time. Not just your body but your sharp mind on the field. The way you read plays. It drives me crazy.” Tatum leaned down and captured Sloane’s lips in a messy, hungry kiss. “I feel the same,” she whispered hotly against Sloane’s mouth. “I respect how hard you fight despite your knee. How you never qu

“I might not be able to stand you, but I won’t shame you for having sex. Maybe getting laid will finally help Hael get that stick out of his ass.” “Why do you hate me so much? I haven’t done anything to you, and it’s not like I wanted Hael to be my mate. It just…happened.” “Yeah, that’s how the mate thing goes. It just happens. It doesn’t care about what we want, or what our parents want, only what it wants.”

“Here it is. I hated you at first. I wanted to break you for what your bloodline did to mine. But somewhere along the way, you became the only thing I can’t live without. And you still look at me like I’m the monster.” The hate between them twisted into something feral. Elena shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He growled, yanking her leggings down roughly along with her panties. She tore at his shirt, buttons scattering across the floor. Within seconds he had freed himself, thick and angrily hard. He lifted her leg around his hip and thrust into her in one savage stroke, burying himsel

Right before his wedding to me, a rival had slipped a potent aphrodisiac into his and Giselle's drinks. They had woken up the next morning trapped in the same bed. He had intended to bury the secret forever, but the forbidden desire had wrapped itself around him like a venomous snake. Every time he returned home from Giselle's bed, he would look into my bright, trusting eyes and feel a wave of sickening guilt. He would swear to himself, "This is the last time, Jane. I swear this is the last time." But his self-control failed him again and again. Eventually, his guilt mutated into monstrous selfishness. He had genuinely believed that as long as I remained oblivious, he could comfortably keep

Any further physical contact shall require separate, written agreement… “Demonstrations of spousal affection.” She said the phrase out loud. It tasted like ash. It was a performance. A list of allowed touches. Chaste kisses. It was the most unromantic sentence she had ever read. A soft knock came at the door. “Elena?” It was Chloe. “Can I come in?” “Yeah,” Elena said, her voice tight. She didn’t look up from the page. Chloe slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her graphic t-shirt with a cartoon planet on it. She looked young and scared. She sat down on the bed, careful not to touch the papers.

He took me from behind, my breasts pressed against the cool glass. “Anyone could look up and see you getting fucked,” he taunted. “My rival is taking my cock like a slut.” The risk made everything hotter. I came twice before he finished. Our hate-sex had become an addiction neither of us could quit. Two weeks into the case and the lines had completely blurred. We fought during the day and fucked at night. The anger only made the sex more intense. Tonight we were in his hotel room after a brutal twelve-hour day. The deal was getting more complicated, and our teams were counting on us.

Her voice was a breathy agreement. And with that, all pretense of hate fell away, and the only thing left was the burning need to be consumed by each other. Sara felt a wave of pain wash over her as Austin pushed inside her, her body tight and unyielding. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breath hitching as she tried to hold back the tears. She had never been with a man before, and she had been so caught up in the passion of the moment that she hadn't told him.