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Turning my head to the side, I peer toward the stairwell for my dark Prince. I don’t need to see or hear him to know what he’s doing. I know his hand is down his pants, fingers wrapped around his cock in a tight fist. He’s jealous, no doubt about that. Especially since I rejected him earlier, but I know he won’t waste an opportunity to use my body for his own pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” the man between my legs murmurs, tongue flicking over my clit. This man knows my body so well, each part studied like the textbook up in my room, but at times like this, when there’s no lab coat or pretense between us, my body is rewarded for suffering through the cold sterility of the exam room. I don’t have to worry about him not finding the right rhythm or toying with me. He gets me there quickly—fingers, mouth, tongue—working my body until I’m desperately close to the edge.

Standing, he lifts my hips into the air, eating my pussy with my thighs clamped around his ears. My fingers curl around the edge of the counter, our eyes meeting down the slope of my body, and I see it then.

No glassy surface, no foggy expression.

It’s not Lagan fucking me with his tongue.

It’s Lex, giving me exactly what I want.

The knowledge sends an orgasm crashing over me like a breaking wave. A moan rips from my chest, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls. My pussy quivers, desperate for him to be inside, and I wait for him to push down his shorts, to fuck me, but he slides his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me upright instead.

His mouth moves next to my ear, delivering a rumbling whisper, “You were right before. We made a deal. No sex while Wicker gets his shit worked out. Butmyshit is that you’re under my goddamn skin. I want to be done with it. Done with you. There’s no treatment for this. There’s no group on campus where I can go to talk about the insatiable need I have to fuck my Princess, andthaturge is worse than jonesing for a hit of Scratch.” His breath is hot, tinged with the heady scent of my pussy. “Wick’s relationship with sex is too fucked up to even comprehend. Pace is caught up in his own obsessions. I won’t be denied, Princess. Not when it’s my week. Not when I’m in your bed. Not when the urge strikes. Not,” he says, drawing our eyes together, “until the baby gets here, or we’re through. Whichever comes first.”

My jaw drops, and he presses his finger under it, his mouth taking mine in a searing, unrelenting kiss.

I’m still sprawled on the table when he grabs the carton of juice, throwing back an aggressive swig as he stalks back up the stairs. I take a moment to compose myself, easing off the island and straightening my nightgown. He took my panties with him, but there’s a streak of the glistening fluid between my legs that’s also visible on the countertop. I find the cleaner under the sink and breathlessly wipe it down, then find the half-eaten apple on the floor and toss it.

You’re welcome, Danner.

I survey the kitchen, satisfied it’s in the same condition as when we entered, which is when I hear the shift of clothing behind me. I start to turn when a hard body slams into my back, a tattooed arm wrapping around my chest. A closed fist appears in front of my mouth.

I don’t have to imagine what’s inside.

“Nice show,” Pace says, his voice rough.

“That wasn’t for you.”

“No? Because until you saw me, you were trying to get my brother to go back upstairs.”

I gulp. “Not everything is about you, Pace.”

“I think you like manipulating my brother.” His teeth nip at my earlobe. “He’s too wound up to see straight, but I see you just fine, Rosi.” My jaw clenches, but his fingers latch around my chin, wedging it open. He opens his hand, and I see the thick glob of semen threatening to drip on the floor. “Open up. I saved you a little treat.”

“Gross.” I squirm against him. “You’re disgusting.”

“Take it.” He pushes it in my face, coating my lips. “All of it.”

I know fighting is pointless. He’ll chase me down and shove it in my mouth, or worse, cram his dick down my throat and drown me in his spunk. I stick my tongue out and take a lick, the salty tanginess assaulting my tastebuds.

“You like it, don’t you,” he says. “Tasting my cum. Licking it up like a fucking dog.”

I fight a gag, but not from the semen. From his filthy, disgusting mouth.

“Swallow,” he growls, fingers releasing my jaw. I swipe my tongue out and take in more, and his hand moves down to the column of my throat. “Every last drop, Rosi.”

Already hard again, his cock drills into my ass, thickening with every swallow. Flattening my tongue over his palm, I get the rest, licking his hand bare.

He shifts, grinning at me with that handsome, smug face. “I think you fight me because you like it, but deep down, you want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

What I want is to rip his eyes out so he can never watch me, or anyone else, ever again.

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