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I twirl my ass against his hardness, enticing him to own me in every way.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for, little girl,” he says. “I’m only going to hurt you.”

His words hold weight. A warning.

I trespass anyway.

“I don’t mind a little pain,” I say.If anything, I’m used to it.

His hands come to rest on my hips. His head is bent low, and his chest is heaving. I turn around in his hold.

“Hey,” I whisper, touching his chest. “Are you okay?”

His hand shoots out like a viper, enclosing around my wrist.

“Pain is all I know,” he says. “And if you entangle your fate with mine, it’s all I’ll ever add to your life.”

In this moment, I see all the way down to his soul.

It’s restless, just like mine. It’s been bruised, and it’s hurting. I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach for his face.

I get on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his.

That’s when he takes over. He clutches my head and presses his lips harder against mine. I’m underwater now, and the world has never looked more beautiful. He becomes my only source of oxygen.

He kisses me like I’m the only anchor he’s ever been given.

He picks me up like I weigh nothing.My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me. I don’t care where he’s taking me as long as he doesn’t stop kissing me.

He throws me on the bed and climbs on top of me.

My fingers are in his hair. His hands squeeze my hips, holding me in place as he devours me. When our tongues meet, I feel like I’m alive for the first time.

My nightgown ends up bunched around my waist as we kiss. I spread my thighs wide to accommodate him. The towel around his hips comes undone. His heavy cock now rests against my skin. It’s the size of my forearm and pulsing with angry need. If it weren’t for how turned on I am right now, I would be terrified by the size of him.

“Fuck, you feel so good underneath me,” he says. “So wet, so eager, so pliant. I could do whatever I want to you, and you’d only ask for more.”

He kisses my neck as I stare up at the ceiling.

The cocktail of chemicals in my bloodstream feels dangerous. Now that I know what this feels like, I’ll forever be chasing this high. I’m already addicted to it.

He moves down to my breasts, kissing all of me until I’m writhing underneath him. He takes his time with each nipple, sucking and sucking until they’re hard pebbles for him.

“Tits like these are made to make a man lose his mind,” he says, moving down to my belly. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

His tongue dips into my belly button and leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my sex. When he reaches the apex of my thighs,he pauses to study me.

His eyes meet mine.

Shyness seizes me by the throat.

It’s the way he’s looking at me—like the secrets of theuniverse are written on my face.

“You smell so sweet and innocent, Emma,” he says. “It almost makes me want to spare you, but I’m a selfish fucking bastard.”

His head disappears between my thighs again. He wraps his lips around my clit like a starving man.Every thought in my head slips away.

All of me expands and contracts. My universe begins and ends on his lips.