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“I don’t want to owe you anything.”

Lifting myself off the bed, I stand and cross the room. I hold the joint out to her, but she shakes her head. I touch her cheek, but she turns away. “You became indebted to me the minute I caught you at the party last night.”

“What do you want from me?”

I grip her chin and force her to look at me, rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip. “You know what I want, Kitten.”

Her expression remains blank, but a wet glimmer fills her eyes. She sighs, and starts to drop to her knees, but I grab her arm, stopping her. Her eyes dart up.

“Remember? We’re in this together. I’m helping you and you’re helping me.” I lick my bottom lip. “I may be an asshole, Kitten, but I’m not selfish.”

She frowns. “What are you talking about?”

Stubbing the joint out on the wall, I grab the zipper of her hoodie and yank it down. The heavy sleeves drop off her shoulders and fall to the floor. She’s wearing a T-shirt underneath and I push that over her head. She’s in another compression tank, this one the color of her flesh. I go to remove it, but it’s tight, like it’s glued to her skin.

“Take it off.”

“Miller, you don’t have to do this. Let me just suck your—”

I snort. “You can suck my cock later, Kitten, but right now, I’m getting a look at you.” I rake my eyes down her tanned, flat stomach. “All of you.”

“I hate you.”

“Good.” I push my fingers under the elastic of the tank. “That rage just makes you hotter.”

She pulls away from me and bites down on her bottom lip, working her way out of the tank. It’s sexy. There’s no way for her to hide herself from me. With her tits on full display, that’s when I notice the bruises.

They’re all over.

Some, I realize, reaching out to touch the soft skin on the side of her breast, I definitely made.

“Do these hurt?” I match my fingertips to a bruise on the side.

“No.” It’s a lie. I see it in the way her chin lifts. The defiance in her eyes. She covers her chest with her arms, making her tits rise in a ridiculously appealing way. Every move this girl makes is the wrong one. Everything she does makes her sexier. More appealing. “You can’t hurt me.”

Oh, little Kitten, how I wish that were true.How Royer could pick that bitch, Andrea, over this spitfire, is beyond me.

“Get on the bed,” I command, kicking off my shoes.

The façade drops, and a flicker of fear rushes over her face. I use the momentary distraction to my advantage, pushing her toward the bed. She stumbles, the back of her knees hitting the edge of the mattress. I close the space between us, towering over her, forcing her onto her back. “You tasted me. Now I’m going to taste you.”

Confusion and horror spread across her features, but I grab her waist and pin her to the bed. Control requires a semblance of balance. Giving as much as you get. Luring in your prey just before you pounce. But right now, I just want to taste her. Feel her heat on my tongue. Watch her squirm, even if she hates every second of it.

I inch down her pants and take exactly what I want.

11

Reagan

His fingers push under the waistband of my sweats, pulling them down over the hidden curves of my hips.

“Miller, don’t,” I plead. Pretending like every time I speak, the bulge in his pants doesn’t grow bigger. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just… please don’t.” He ignores me, going for the black boxer briefs, the front packed with a pair of socks. He yanks them down to my knees, the socks falling to the floor.

He laughs, that wicked smile cutting to the bone. “Guess you can’t beat a classic.”

I curl inward, futilely trying to block my exposed body.

“Don’t worry,” he places a hand on each thigh, “I’m not going to fuck you.”