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“Archer.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to leave. I want to be here with you. But you.” I stop to inhale.

“I what? Hmmm?” He puts his index finger under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his.

“You…you won’t make love to me.” My eyes water.

“Of all the days you’ve been in this house. All the time we’ve spent together. What makes you think I’m the kind of man who makes love?” He cocks his head, so he’s at eye-level with me.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head. “But why not?” I cup his cheek, then tunnel my fingers through his hair. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Hmm.” He presses his forehead to mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Yes, I do.” I lift my chin to show him a confidence I don’t feel. I want him so much, I’m ready to beg him for it. And I don’t care if he takes me here in the dining room with the staff down the hallway in the kitchen, and only an unlocked door to guard our privacy. “I know you want me. So why not?”

“Because you will hate me for it.” The storm in his eyes takes my breath away.

“I don’t care.”

His fingers slide down my chest and push the fabric of my dress to the side to expose my breast. He hisses as if the act of touching me pains him.

“That’s all I dream about, Little Dove.” He bends down and sucks hard on my nipple. “Day and night. All I want is to feel your walls tight around my cock.” He switches to give the same attention to my other breast.

“Then do it.” I pant a breath, bracing my hands behind me for support. “Fuck me, like I’m your little dove or your wife. I don’t care. I don’t care.” I press my mouth to his.

He cups my breasts, thrusting his tongue past my teeth, devouring me with his kiss. His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and I know he’s at the brink of losing this battle with me. I push plates out of the way and plant my ass on the table as if I’m the meal tonight. He grips my hip, while he parts my dress at the side slit with his free hand, exposing my sex. His breath hitches when he confirms I’m not wearing panties. I don’t even care that someone might come in and find me sprawled on the table with my tits out and practically naked from the waist down.

“So perfect.” He runs the back of his fingers over my swollen pussy.

“Archer.” I let my head fall back, bracing my hands behind me.

Pure agony rushes through my veins as I wait for him to make up his mind about us. His gaze darkens as it roams every inch of me. Just when I think he’s going to say no and leave, he pulls down his zipper and takes out his cock. An angry vein runs from shaft to base. And I have to imagine that it hurts for him to be this hard and still not allow himself the release I’m offering.

He pumps twice, rubbing the tip up and down my slit. “Spread your legs wider,” he orders.

He’s massive. But I want him too much to stop and consider if it’ll fit or not.

I do as he asks.

“Look how beautiful you are.” He cradles my neck and makes me look down as he enters me.

“Archer,” I call for him as his hot erection plows through me, filling me completely.

“Is this what you wanted?” he says on my lips.

“Yes.” I fist the tablecloth behind me as he stretches my walls to the limit.

“You feel so fucking good.” He clenches his jaw. “Just like I knew you would. Such a good Little Dove.”

He pulls out to the tip. “Look how good we look together.” He’s covered in my juices, and I like the idea that I’m marking him as mine. He teases my clit with his shaft. “You can handle a few more inches, can’t you?”

I nod, holding on to his biceps. I hate that he’s fully dressed, while I’m not. But I’m too far down the rabbit hole to stop now.

“So wet.” He rams into me, making me take every inch of his steel hard cock.

“Ah.” A moan escapes my lips.

But Archer doesn’t stop. He rolls his hips into me, hitting my G-spot over and over, pushing me to the very brink of insanity, a place where only our pleasure exists. My desire keeps climbing. It scares me because I know the fall will be like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. And I don’t know what will be left of me afterward.

With each torturous thrust, I begin to understand where his fears come from. Obsession fills my veins with greed and lust and sin. I want Archer like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone in my life. There’s no going back for me. I can’t undo what he is to me now.