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I should run.

I should scream.

I should tell him that I don’t.

Instead, I shudder as his lips brush my jaw, and the worst part?

I think he knows I’m already lost.

His hand slides lower, teasing, slipping past the waistband of my sweatpants.

I freeze.

“Caleb…”

His fingers slip lower, the rough pads brushing against my slick skin, teasing along my inner thighs before trailing up to where I ache the most. A shudder wracks through me as he finds my clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes. My breath catches, my hips twitching as heat floods through me.

“That’s what I thought,” Caleb murmurs, his voice thick with arrogance. “Sucking my dick made you this wet.”

His fingertip presses just right, a calculated pressure that makes my legs weak. Shame and need coil tight in my stomach, an impossible knot I can’t undo.

Instead, my fingers dig into his arms, my body betraying me as I rock into his touch. He hums in approval, his other hand still tangled in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

“Say it,” he orders, his tone dark and knowing. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

I shake my head, my lips parting on a gasping moan as he slides a finger inside me, slow and unrelenting. My walls clench around him, my breath stuttering at the intrusion, at the way he fills me with ease. He adds another, stretching, working me open, his thumb never leaving my clit.

Caleb growls, the sound vibrating against my skin as he pulls my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Say you liked it, or I stop.”

There’s that sensation again. The one that it’s un-fucking-bearable. I grip onto him tighter, moaning into his chest. My other hand tugs at the back of his neck, bringing his lips to mine.

“Caleb…” I moan as he works me faster.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my teeth sinking into my lip to keep the words trapped. I hate him. Hate how easily he unravels me. But I’m so damn close.

“You’re a filthy little thing,” he taunts, his fingers curling, stroking that spot inside me that makes my entire body tighten. My hips jerk, chasing more, chasing everything. “Just admit that you like this.”

The pleasure coils tighter, unbearable, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His movements slow, teasing me right at the edge, keeping me there, helpless, desperate.

I’m going to fall apart, and I need—

“Say it,” he growls.

Heat coils tighter, unbearable. I’m going to fall apart, and I need—

“I’m your puck bunny,” I whisper, the words tasting like defeat.

Caleb smirks, satisfied. “That’s right.”

He doesn’t let me have it. Doesn’t let me fall over the edge. His fingers retreat, leaving me shaking, ruined.

Before I can catch my breath, his lips graze my ear. “If you ever meddle again, you should know I have footage.”

Ice rushes through me.

“What?”

His grip tightens. “From the Reaper’s mansion. How you let me and Caleb…” he smirks, “…come all over your face.”