Captain, My Nemesis
I want Hunter on his knees, looking up at me with those infuriating eyes while I ruin that smart mouth of his.
I want to push him until he’s gasping, trembling, pounding his fists against my thighs, desperate and undone.
But we don’t all get our wishes, do we?
Especially such a perverted, fucked up wish.
So I shove it down into the deepest darkest corners of my chest, pretending to hate him.
Wait, it’s not actually pretense, because I DO hate that fucker.
My hatred for him is a visceral thing that rages through my vein, drumming only one tune.
--FUCKING DESTROY HUNTER BEAUMONT.
But the moment I vow to take his stupid team of rich snobby fucks to the cleaners and brin