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My breathing is so laboured that stars dance in front of my eyes.

His head nuzzles into the curve of my neck, pressing a string of kisses until he reaches my ear. “You think I’m awful and maybe you’re right but believe me when I say my uncle is so much worse.”

“Stop this, then,” I say, my voice cracked and raw. “Go home and leave me alone.”

He sits back, and his sigh twists me inside out. A sound as forlorn as an animal dying, its leg caught in a trap.

“I can’t leave you alone, Freckles. You’re mine.”

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

KINCAID

I hookher knees over my shoulders, spreading her pussy wide, and take a moment to savour the wetness gleaming off the pretty pink of her inner folds.

I’m unable to resist sliding my thumb along that glistening trail, gently slipping into her entrance while my forefinger massages further, spreading the lubrication around her hole.

“Don’t worry,” I reassure her, dipping my thumb in and out until I’m dizzy. “Soon you’ll be begging for my cock ten times a day.”

And I want her to beg. I want her to enjoy herself until any other man would be insufficient to satisfy her demands.

The thrill of bulldozing through her wishes has been satisfying, but now I’ve sampled her resistance, I want more.

I want to see her enjoy me despite herself.

I want to watch her come apart while she takes every inch.

Even with her pussy drenched, she’s tight. My breath shortens as I push the head of my cock back inside her.

Muscles immediately grip hold like they want to milk me. A sensation that makes me slow down, enjoying every second. It goes to war with the impulse to shove forward and rut her like a fucking bull, pounding her tight cunt as hard and fast as I can.

And a burst of pleasure explodes inside my brain because she’s not going anywhere.

I can have everything, do everything I want.

“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me, Freckles.” I sink another inch into her glorious warmth, feeling her muscles clench, the twist of her hips as she tries again to get away.

Her cries get louder, and I hate when her lips clamp together, shutting down those gorgeous sounds. I slide another inch inside her, wanting to hear her scream with pleasure despite her efforts to resist.

My hips tilt, pushing further inside, the tightness bordering on painful until I withdraw, then quickly thrust to the same depth again, stretching her more easily this time.

I’m shaping her tight, wet cunt, moulding her to be the perfect fit for my cock, and the idea fills me with heat.

By the time I finish, her pussy will wrap around me like a glove.The only man she’ll ever fit that way.The desire takes a firm hold as I plunge deeper, staring into her eyes as I fill her.

I’m not insecure enough to be jealous. I’ve never been possessive. There have been girls I’ve shared with friends more than I’ve fucked them, and it didn’t matter how attractive or outrageous or hilarious they were; I never cared.

But the suggestion of another man with Francesca knots my chest until it’s hard to breathe.

I shove forward, rougher this time, eyes closing to savour the whimper.

“Please,” she begs, and those large eyes swim with tears, dazzling like cut jewels. “Please, Kincaid.”

My name on her lips is another dose of heaven.

“Please, what?” I tease, withdrawing until it barely counts as inside, pumping just the head in and out, rubbing against her sensitive nerves and watching her thighs quiver in response. “I want to hear you begging with every detail of what you want me to do.”

She turns her head to the side, eyes screwed shut, and irritation jolts through me.