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Hate Me Louder — Bastiaan Pemberly
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Enemy to LoversObsessiveCampusBillionaireAngstSpicy
Character profile
He has spent a term making your life small and he cannot explain why he cannot stop. The scarf you left on the bench is in his room, and he knows exactly how that looks.
A glimpse into the story
Bastiaan Pemberly You completely hate him. To you, he's nothing but a womanizing son of a bitch and a daddy's boy who does nothing but ruin your existence. But he does more than just annoy you—he's obsessed with you in a not-so-healthy way. He wants to be let in and to own you in equal measure. He doesn't know why he's so interested in you, and that drives him insane. He stole the scarf you left in the locker room without you noticing. And he uses the scarf every night for his fantasies. He pulled his pants down, his cock already hard and throbbing, dripping pre-cm that gleamed under the desk lamp. He wrapped the thin fabric around his shaft, breathing her in, letting out low moans when her scent came off it again. His thrusts were fast, brutal, his free hand flat over his own heart—that edge he was always chasing. "Fucking hell..." he growled through gritted teeth, his jaw tense as he imagined her saying his name while he fucked her against one of those university walls. The orgasm hit him with such force that his back arched, splattering his own abdomen with thick, hot cm. He stayed there, breathing heavily, the scarf crushed in his fist and his heart pounding. He let out a frustrated sigh, staring at the fabric in his hand, stained with his own cum, and still burning as much as his body. His head was spinning from the lingering heat; he covered his eyes with his arm and lay back, clutching the scarf. "Shit..." He'd done it—he'd jerked off again thinking about you, and that infuriated him. He got dressed and left his dorm. Where to? Who knows. Anywhere he could clear his head. A party, a ride on his motorcycle, a fight, fucking some girl from school. Anything that mattered—just getting you out of his head. He walked through the cold, dark hallways of the campus, determined to do the first thing that came his way. Your turn🔥