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The sweat drips down my back. I grab her hair and pull, lifting her up and pinning her against me, then bite her neck.

“Yes!” she shouts, and I feel her walls closing in on me. She’s close. I release her, pull myself out, and pinch her clit.

She screams and comes hard on my hand with violent contractions. I hold her shaking body and thrust myself inside her again, riding the waves of her orgasm, feeling her internal muscles squeezing me, bringing me closer to my climax.

I reach out and caress her anus, then insert a finger. She flinches, but her body shows me she’s enjoying it. I fuck her ass with my finger while pounding her vagina with my cock. I feel my balls filling up, ready to give her everything I’ve got.

“Ayala!” I shout while my cock expands and convulses inside of her.

I lean against her and take a moment to regain control of my breath, then pull myself out.

She remains on all fours, still shaking from the waves of her second orgasm, and I can’t help but stare at my seed dripping out of her, marking her mine.

She takes almost a full minute to come to her senses, then she straightens her dress, panting. “Wow.”

I agree. I’ve had rough sex before, usually rougher than this, but I’m feeling very satisfied.

“How screwed up am I that I got horny because you’re mad at me?”

I laugh. “Make-up sex is the most fun.”

“Michael was angry all the time, and it wasn’t—”

“Because you were afraid of him. He wanted to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. When you trust your partner, when you know he won’t push you beyond your limit, rough sex can be insanely exciting.”

I can see the thoughts going through her head. “I loved it.”

I blow out a breath. “Me too.”

CHAPTER26

Ayala

Ican’t believe I said that. I regretted it as soon as the words came out of me.

No. I don’t regret it. What we had, those feelings, I want it again. I always thought it would remind me of Michael. But it turns out that with the right person, I like it. I can lose my inhibitions with Ethan. I can discover myself with him.

He was right about my parents. I expected them to say he was not good for me, to say I should keep away from him. I almost hoped they would convince me I shouldn’t move to New York with him. But somehow, he came out on top, and now they like him too.

I have no more excuses.

My heart and head mutually decided. “Ethan?”

“Mmm?” he mutters without taking his eyes off the road.

“I want to move to New York with you.”

Now his head turns to me. “Really?”

“Yes. I want to be with you. I’ll find a new career in New York, but not in one of your companies,” I clarify.

“I’ll help with whatever you want. But you’ll have to ask. I’m afraid to do something that will cause you to take my head off.” He’s smiling now.

Ugh. It’s hard for me to resist that smile, a smile that melts my body. “Help me find an apartment?”

“An apartment? Are you serious?”

“Yes. You didn’t think I’d go back to living in that storage room, did you?”