(Hate x Nightmare Lemon)

She watched everyone talked and socialized. She was simply looking for her target. He was described as a tall male with blood red eyes and black hair. He ran a large business east of the town, and had gotten involved in some shady stuff, out of old habit. Turns out, he got a little too deep in trouble and didn't have enough to pull him out. Her job is to kill billionaire, Hate.


"Hello, beautiful. Are you looking for someone?" She looked to her right and stared for a moment. Had her target literally just walked up to her? She shook her head and smiled politely.


"I was hoping I'd know at least one person here. But apparently not." She giggled, shrugging with a wine glass in her hand. Hate chuckled with her, smirking as he looked up and down. His eyes glinted with seduction.


"Well, a lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't be here all alone." He offered his hand." How about we go back to my table?"


"Oh, I'm not so sure your friends will like me." Nightmare said, blushing softly. She'll admit: he was attractive.


"I'm actually sitting by myself." Hate admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly." No one's had the guts to sit with me."


"Really? Well, if that's the case," NM smiled softly with her purple eyes shining." I'd love to."


"Why, thank you."


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He threw open these door, pushing her down on the couch, their mouths never leaving each other. Their tongues fought, playing with each other. She unbuttoned his shirt gasping for air as the separated. She grabbed his neck, reconnecting their lips and clawing his shirt off. His hand drifted up her short, black dress, rubbing his fingers against her clit.


He knew. She knew that he knew. He knew that she knew that he knew. Neither cared. They were far too caught up in the love-making to give a fuck. He had never felt any emotion towards a woman, and if he had, never this strong. She couldn't help but moaned in pleasure. This was against the contract. She'd be hunted if she didn't kill him. But she couldn't. She just couldn't.


"Hate!" She moaned out, feeling his fingers slip in and out of her. He smirked, biting his tongue seductively.


"You like that, don't ya? You little slut." He got up close to face, kissing down her jaw line, nipping at her neck." Remember, you're my little slut."


"Mm, Hate..." She bucked her hips. He looked at her. Her beautiful body. He plump lips. Her shining eyes. Her in general. He stopped thrusting his fingers.


"I'd rather you call me by a different name." He said. She looked at him in surprise. She flushed. She really didn't mind kinks, it was more of the way he looked at her. She tried to rub her thighs together for friction, but his hands held them apart.


"Fine." She said stubbornly. She sighed, looking away." Master. I want the real thing."


He undid his fly, sliding it down along with her panties. He pulled of the rest of her dress, watching her as she easily unclipped her bra, letting her breasts come free. He felt his erection grow against his boxers, making him groan. He quickly slid off his boxers, lining up at her entrance, before slamming inside of her.


She screamed, lacing her legs around him. He took that as encouragement. Pulling out and thrusting roughly back inside. She bucked her hips, moaning loudly. He repeated the process, until they bother felt knots build up into their stomachs.


"In or out?" He cooed into her ear. Nightmare held him close, loving the feeling of the body on hers.


"In." She managed to spit out in her daze of pleasure. Hate slammed in one last time, hitting her g-stop. She can, gasping for air. He came as well, filling her up. He pulled out, watching as a bit of cum dripped out of her entrance. He put her head to her ear.


"You are mine," he growled lowly, gripping her hips." No one touches you, but me. You are my God damn property, got it?"


"Yes."


"Yes, what?"


"Yes, master." 

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