Sweet Hatred Chapter 301: Predator

TW: SA, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU CANT HANDLE IT!!!!!

The second?

The edges of my vision were softening.

Like shadows had started to sar into light, refusing to stay sharp.

The alcohol shouldn’t have hit this hard... not with what I’d had. Not this fast.

And yet... my muscles felt heavier than they should, my limbs too slow to respond, like soone had poured lead into my veins.

I shifted on the mattress, but it was like my body wasn’t listening to in the way it should.

The room was warm, but my skin prickled cold.

Sothing coiled low in my stomach... restless and urgent... and I knew that wasn’t just whiskey or vodka either.

The sensation was alien. Crawling. Insistent.

My mind knew I should be sitting up, moving, saying sothing... anything... but the words were stuck sowhere between my chest and my throat.

Sarah’s voice sounded closer now.

Too close.

Her hands were still on , steady, coaxing, telling to lie back.

And every second, the heat under my skin kept building...

Hotter.

Sharper.

Wrong.

It didn’t feel like anymore.

It felt like sothing else had slipped inside my body and was taking over.

The heat was getting unbearable now.

It wasn’t the kind that ca from wanting soone... it was suffocating, pressing against my ribs from the inside, making my heart race like it was trying to break free.

I tried to move.

Tried to push up off the bed.

But my arms felt like they were pinned under invisible weights, and my legs wouldn’t listen.

Sarah’s silhouette shifted above .

I caught the sound of fabric sliding over skin before I even registered what she was doing.

Her shirt hit the floor.

(Please do not continue if you can’t handle it)

"Stop... " My voice ca out rough, weak, like it had to fight through sand to reach the air. It didn’t carry any force.

She didn’t stop.

When I tried again to sit up, her hands pressed against my shoulders, keeping down.

And my body... my own body... didn’t have the strength to fight her off.

"Don’t," I rasped, but it was barely sound.

Her outline leaned closer, and my vision kept flickering in and out... her face clear one second, then blurring the next.

"I can help you forget her," she murmured, voice almost too soft for the words to register. "You don’t need her sir."

My heart slamd harder.

I tried to twist away, but she was already moving, already climbing over .

The mattress dipped under her weight, and then she was straddling my hips, half-naked... panties the only thing between her skin and mine.

Her hands slid over my chest, down my stomach, lower...

I gritted my teeth, trying to force my arms to lift, to shove her away, but nothing responded the way it should.

She moved against , slow at first, then more deliberate.

"You see?" she whispered with a smile I could barely focus on. "Your body agrees."

A rush of panic hit my chest.

This wasn’t . This wasn’t my choice.

I opened my mouth, ready to curse at her, ready to tell her exactly what the fuck this was...

But the words never made it out.

Warmth.

Sowhere at the edge of a dream, I felt it.

A slow, deliberate warmth moving against .

My mind... still heavy, sluggish... twisted it into sothing familiar. Sothing I wanted.

Aria.

For a second, I let it be her. Let my body pretend.

A quiet sound left my throat without aning to. My breathing shifted... deeper, heavier... like my lungs were trying to pull her closer. My legs tensed, my hips lifting unconsciously toward the heat.

Sowhere in the haze, pleasure started to coil low in my stomach, an insistent pull I couldn’t quite push away. My heart pounded harder. My skin flushed. The muscles in my back flexed like they were chasing sothing just out of reach.

It kept building... too fast, too much... and then it hit in a slow, shuddering release that felt both alien and overwhelming in my half-dreaming state.

And then...

It didn’t stop.

The rhythm, the touch, the breath that didn’t belong to Aria.

My eyes snapped open again.

Not her.

Not even close.

The blonde hair, the wrong scent, the wrong everything...

Sarah.

Cold panic ripped through whatever haze was left in . The room spun, my limbs still too heavy to move the way I needed them to. My voice felt trapped sowhere in my chest, but I managed to rasp it out:

"What... the fuck... are you doing?" my body jerked... instinctively trying to get away.

Sarah didn’t let .

If anything, she pressed harder, her hips shifting against mine in a way that made my stomach twist. Her head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat like she was sowhere else entirely.

"Don’t fight it," she breathed, her voice nothing like the soft, asured way she usually spoke at the office. It was sharper now... frantic, almost feverish. "Just... enjoy it. I can give you what you want. Everything you’ve been chasing. I don’t get why you’re so obsessed with that bitch anyways. I’m better than her anyways."

Shock bled into disgust so fast I could taste it. My throat burned, but I forced out words, hoarse and uneven.

"Isn’t... Aria... your friend?"

Her movents slowed just enough for her to look at . No guilt. No sha. Just... nothing.

"That’s what everyone thinks," she said flatly. And then...

A smirk. Cold. an.

She leaned in until her mouth was at my ear, her breath hot and sour with liquor.

"But the truth? I hate her guts. Always have."

My pulse hamred in my head, each beat heavier than the last. The room tilted, nausea riding up my throat. My hands... weak, trembling... found her shoulders, and I shoved.

Harder than I thought I could in that state.

She stumbled back, startled, and for a second the heat of her weight was gone. I tried to sit up, to stand, to do sothing... but my legs gave out before I could get them under .

The floor seed to move up to et , the edges of my vision darkening. My body wasn’t mine anymore.

And before I could get another breath in...

Everything went black.