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Her eyes flick between me and the belt, and I know how I fucked up. My chest constricts, first with sympathy. And then with anger. Not at her, but atDevin.
What the hell did the piece of shit ex do to her?
“I’m not into that.” She tries to say it offhandedly, but her voice shakes.
Fuck.
“I’m notintothat either, Abi.”
I step the rest of the way to the bed, belt still in hand, and reach out a hand to help her up.
She squints at me and doesn’t take my hand.
“Trust me.”
“What are you doing?”
I keep my hand extended and wait until she grabs it. She tentatively does, and I hoist her to her knees. I cup the back of her head and bring her to my chest roughly because I can’t help myself. I like to be rough, and she already knows it.
What I don’t like to do is hit women. What the fuck?
I gather her wrists at her back and weave the belt around them.
“Colter, what are you doing?” she asks, her voice still shaking. But she doesn’t fight me. She holds still while I finish securing her wrists.
I lace my fingers in her hair and jerk her head back so she’s facing me. I lower myself to be level with her and force myself to pause for a moment to stare her in the eyes so she knows I mean this.
“I’m showing you what it’s like to get fucked by aman.”
Her eyes dart around my face, studying me. It takes all the restraint I have not to throw her back down and fuck her until she’s convinced I’m what she needs, because Iamwhat she needs.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, holding on to my last bit of restraint.
She bites her lip, and about an eternity goes by before she answers.
“Yes.”
“What?” I ask, needing to hear it.
“I trust you.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
I jerk her by her hair and her lips part, her eyes close.
“Do you fucking want me?” I hiss.
She opens her eyes, greedy desire swirling in green irises, and instead of answering me, she catches me off guard. Her lips smash against mine, and she whimpers into my mouth. Both my hands go to her waist and my tongue meets hers.
I yank away, breaking the kiss and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before pushing her to the mattress, her back arching with her hands behind her.
“That’ll do.”
With one quick motion, I tear her dress down the middle, sending buttons flying, and I pull it down her legs, her lifting her ass to help me.
Both of my hands cup her tits, and I squeeze before pulling the bikini top off. I drop to my knees and pull her toward me so my face is between her thighs.