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And I don’t stop.

I trail my lips down her jaw, her throat, biting softly at the base of her neck.

She arches. Her breath stutters.

“You like it when I take control,” I whisper against her skin. “Don’t you?”

Her body answers with the truth, her hips rising, her thighs parting, and a quiet, desperate moan slipping free from her lips.

That sound breaks me.

“Good girl,” I groan, slipping my hands under the shirt I bought her hours ago, sliding up, taking my time. “You’re all mine.”

She gasps as I push the shirt higher, exposing smooth skin. Her back arches as I undress her, as if her body’s trying to meet my hands before I’ve even touched her where she really wants me.

Her nipples are hard. Her breath is shallow. She’s staring up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

I press her into the bed and cover her body with mine.

No more waiting.

No more pretending.

This marks the beginning of something she doesn’t yet fully understand.

But I do.

She’s not just mine for tonight.

She’s mine. Period.

And right now, I’m going to take what belongs to me.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Erin

He lays me back on the bed, his weight settling beside mine. The room shrinks to the sound of his movements. The feel of my breath is ragged, uneven, and strung tight with everything we’ve been holding back.

I was naive to believe my plan was simple, that the man I was meeting would mean nothing to me, as easily forgotten as yesterday’s breakfast.

I’ve accepted how wrong I was.

But the moment he grabs my arms, lifts them above my head, circles my wrists with just his forefinger and thumb, and pins me to the bed with one hoarse word, “Mine.”

I know this man will burn me to the ground.

And he hasn’t even been inside me yet.

His lips are warm, breath soft, the kisses he trails down my neck feel like absolute heaven, sending that indescribable feeling of deliciousness all over my skin.

His free hand skims down my side, over the curve of my hip, stopping at the edge of my dress. He looks at me like he’s asking and commanding all at once.

“Take this off,” he murmurs.

And for once, I don’t have a saucy comeback for him.

He lets me go. My arms drop to my sides, palms pressing against the bed as I sit up. The dress has a zipper on the side, impossible to unzip while sitting.