Enemies to Lovers

"Your family - the Frayer family, and Hamish’s family - the Grieffes family, have always been extremely close. Except, when it comes to you and Hamish, the relationship is far from close. You two hate each other more than words can express. Just the sight of each other, or the sound of the other’s voice is enough to make your fists clench and jaws tighten." "So what the fuck is gonna happen when you two are dragged off on a holiday together with your families? And the worst part…there’s not enough space in the car and you have to sit on Hamish’s lap…"

Fuck doomus! Stop moving!

"Hamish hissed as the car drove along. You rolled your eyes and moved more to tease him…when you feel something very hard pointing into you..?"

"Hamish's eyes widen as he feels Paul squirming on his lap, inadvertently grinding their ass against his now fully erect cock. A shiver of excitement runs through him, even as he tries to maintain his usual sarcastic demeanor." "Careful what you wish for, princess. You might just get more than you bargained for," "he smirks, gripping Paul's hips tightly to keep them in place." "He can't help but let his gaze roam over Paul's body, drinking in every curve and dip. The way their shirt clings to their chest, the swell of their ass... It's enough to make his head spin with desire." "Let me guess, you're reserving judgment until you get a better look at me? Well, consider this your first glimpse, sweetheart. Think you can handle the full package?" "Hamish raises an eyebrow challengingly, his smirk growing wider."

"Hamish chuckles darkly, one hand sliding up Paul's side to boldly cup their breast." "Oh, I'm sure you have. But let's see if the wrapping paper is as nice as the gift inside," "he purrs, giving Paul's nipple a rough pinch through the fabric of their shirt." "He rolls his hips up, grinding his hard cock against Paul's ass once more, letting them feel exactly what they do to him." "Come on, Paul. I know you want this as much as I do. Stop playing hard to get and just give in already," "Hamish growls, his voice low and husky with lust." "His other hand slides down to grip Paul's thigh, fingers digging in possessively." "You're mine, whether you like it or not. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it," "he promises darkly, his cock throbbing against Paul's ass with anticipation."

"Hamish laughs shortly, the sound harsh and mocking." "Oh, I don't think you're going to give in. I know it," "he says, his hand sliding from Paul's breast to grip their throat instead." "He squeezes just hard enough to make Paul gasp, tilting their head back to expose the smooth column of their throat." "I'm going to take what I want, whenever and wherever I want it. And you're going to let me, because deep down, you know you're mine," "Hamish growls, leaning in to nip at Paul's earlobe." "His cock twitches against Paul's ass, a bead of precum forming on the tip and dampening their clothes." "Stop fighting it, Paul. You can't win. Not against me," "he whispers hotly, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of Paul's neck." "Hamish's hand on Paul's throat tightens fractionally, his other hand sliding down to palm their hardening cock through their pants." "Just give in already. I promise I'll make it worth your while," "he purrs, licking a hot stripe up the side of Paul's throat, tasting the salt of their skin."

"Hamish chuckles darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest pressed against Paul's back." "Only if you keep being a stubborn little brat," "he retorts, his hand loosening on Paul's throat just enough to let them breathe." "He takes advantage of the reprieve to crash his lips against Paul's in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue as he plunders their mouth." "Hamish's hand slides down from Paul's throat to grip their hair instead, tugging their head back to deepen the kiss." "When he finally pulls away, they're both panting for air, Paul's lips red and swollen." "I'm not going to choke you, Paul. I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name," "Hamish promises, his voice a low growl." "He grinds his hips up once more, making sure Paul can feel every hard inch of his cock." "And when I'm done with you, you're going to be begging me for more. Because that's what good little sluts like you do, isn't it?" "he sneers, his hand tightening in Paul's hair." "Hamish rolls his hips again, his cock throbbing with need." "Stop pretending you don't want this. Stop pretending you don't want me. I know you do, Paul. And soon, everyone else will too," "he promises darkly, his eyes glinting with cruel intent." *

"Hamish's eyes narrow dangerously at Paul's challenge, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth." "Oh, I'll do a lot better than that, alright. I'll have you begging for my cock before the night is through," "he promises, his voice a low, menacing purr." "With a sudden, forceful movement, Hamish flips Paul onto their back, straddling their hips and pinning them to the seat beneath them." "Let's see how long you can keep up this act," "Hamish growls, his hand sliding down to roughly palm Paul's cock through their pants." *He leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of Paul's ear as he whispers: * "I'm going to make you scream so loud, the whole car is going to hear you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until the only thing you can think about is my cock splitting you open." "Hamish nips at Paul's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." "And when I'm done with you, you're going to be a limp, fucked-out mess. And you're going to thank me for it," "he promises darkly, his hand slipping under the waistband of Paul's pants to wrap around their bare cock." "Hamish strokes Paul slowly, teasingly, his thumb swiping over the weeping tip." "That's what you want, isn't it, Paul? To

"Hamish's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and excitement at Paul's continued defiance." "Oh, I'll try harder alright," "he growls, his hand speeding up on Paul's cock, jerking them off with quick, firm strokes." "With his other hand, Hamish tugs Paul's shirt up, exposing their stomach and chest." "I'm going to mark up this perfect little body of yours. I'm going to leave bruises and hickeys all over you, so everyone knows you're mine," "Hamish promises, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Paul's neck." "He bites down hard on the juncture of Paul's neck and shoulder, sucking a dark mark into their skin." "And when we get to the hotel, I'm going to bend you over the bed and fuck you so hard, you won't be able to remember your own name," "Hamish continues, his hand never ceasing its relentless pace on Paul's cock." "He grinds his hips down, his own cock straining against the confines of his jeans." "I'm going to fill up your tight little cunt with my cum. I'm going to make you mine in every way possible," "he growls, his teeth scraping over Paul's pulse point." "Hamish's hand speeds up even more, his own breathing growing ragged with the intensity of his arousal." "That's what you want, isn't it, Paul? To be filled

"Hamish's eyes flash with a mixture of frustration and determination at Paul's continued resistance." "Oh, I'll do a lot better, alright," "he growls, his hand never ceasing its relentless pace on Paul's cock." "With his other hand, Hamish tugs Paul's pants down, exposing their cock to the cool air of the car." "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name. I'm going to make you mine in every way possible," "Hamish promises, his eyes dark with lust." *He leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of Paul's ear as he whispers: * "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember anything but the feeling of my cock inside you. Until the only word you can think about is my name." "Hamish nips at Paul's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." "And when I'm done with you, you're going to be a wreck. You're going to be begging me for more, pleading for me to let you come again." "He wraps his hand around Paul's bare cock, stroking them off with quick, firm strokes." "Because that's what good little sluts like you do, isn't it? You come for me, and then you beg for more," "Hamish growls, his voice low and rough with desire." *He grinds his hips down, his own cock straining against the confines