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“W-what?”

I’m still trying to figure out what that means when Draco’s hands suddenly grip my hips, so hard I know I’m going to have bruises in the morning. I barely have time to register his intent before he pulls me up his body, dragging me along as if I weigh nothing.

The world tilts, and I find myself hovering over him, my hands braced against the armrest of the couch to steady myself. His dark, hungry eyes lock onto mine when I look between my thighs at him.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he commands.

I listen, because I don’t know what else to do.

His hands slide down from my hips, tracing the curve of my thighs. His touch is hot, possessive, leaving a trail of fire that burns, but God forgive me, it feels so good. His fingers hookinto the waistband of my panties, and I brace myself, my mind screaming warnings even as my body aches for his touch.

“Draco,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. A plea, a protest? I don’t know. “I… we shouldn’t…”

His response is a low growl, a sound so primal it sends shivers down my spine. It’s the roar of a monster in the night, stalking me, intent on ripping out my heart.

“Shh, Mercy,” he hushes me. “You came to me, remember? You want this.”

God, he’s right.

I want him.

I hate myself for it, but it’s true and I can’t deny it anymore.

I want all of him.

He tugs at my panties, the fabric digging into my skin for a moment before giving way with a sharp tear. He pulls them away, and I can’t see what he does with them.

It doesn’t matter.

His hands return to my hips, holding me in place. I can feel his breath, hot against my most forbidden area. I’m trembling. I’m shaking like I’m cold, but I’m not. I can feel the sweat standing out on my forehead.

This is wrong.

So wrong.

But it feels…

Oh, Lord help me, it feels so right.

His grip tightens, his nails digging into the flesh of my backside, pulling me down.

I can see the intent in his eyes.

I know what he wants me to do, and I want to. I want to so badly it hurts. But I can’t.

I’m a good girl.

Aren’t I?

No,a voice sneers inside my head.You’re a whore. You were a whore for him last night, and now you’re a whore for him again.

“Sit, Mercy.”

“Draco, I…”

His fingers dig deeper, and I can feel the bruises blooming like roses beneath his touch.

I’m a good girl.