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ALLISON

M y skin tingles beneath his stare. He looks at me like he’s two seconds from turning me into dessert.

The mattress dips as his knee hits the bed.

I stop breathing when he leans over me, his smirk smug and slow.

I close my eyes, waiting for his lips on mine.

“Goodnight, Allie,” he whispers.

My eyes fly open.

He climbs off me, rolls over, and faces the wall.

What. The. Hell?

I stare at his back, waiting for him to crack, but he just lies there. Breathing steady. Completely ignoring me.

The rage that rolls through me is immediate.

The horniness engulfs me like flames.

The combination is catastrophic.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

Oops. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

No response.

I stare at the ceiling, spiraling like a woman who shaved everything, wore a lacy thong, and whimpered when he called her a good girl .

A woman ready to sin.

And he kissed my cheek like a sweet little church boy and went to sleep?

Oh, he’s fucking dead!

“You think this is funny?” I hiss. “You tease me all day, then crawl into bed and pretend I’m invisible?”

Still nothing.

“Oh my God! I hope this hotel has bed bugs that chew your balls off!”

His shoulders shake from laughter, infuriating me even more.

“You’re not even good in bed!”

That’s when he pounces.

In one breath-stealing move, he’s on top of me, hands pinning mine above my head, eyes glittering.

“You done throwing your tantrum, sweetheart?”

“You’re such a?—”

“I was giving you time to beg,” he growls, lips brushing mine.

My brain short-circuits.

“You… asshole.”

“You love it.”

His hand slips under the blanket, hooking my thigh around his hip. “Not good in bed, huh? You’ve been squirming all day,” he murmurs. “I can smell how wet you are.”

“I’m not?—”

“Liar,” he whispers against my throat.

He bites, and I gasp, then whimper.

I’m sick for loving this. For pushing him until he snaps.

“You should’ve crawled to me,” he rasps. “Begged.”

I whimper again.

“Too late now.” His eyes darken. “You woke the beast, baby. And he’s starving.”

A devilish smile curls his lips. “For you .”

He strips my clothes off within seconds, followed by his own. Then he spreads me wide and settles between my thighs, cocky grin in place. “You better hold on.”

“Connor—”

He shuts me off when he slams his mouth against mine. His lips are hot, relentless, and absolutely sinful. Every flick of his tongue is designed to ruin me. And it does.

He slides lower, his mouth everywhere. Leaving no part of me untouched.

And then he throws my legs over his shoulders and moves between my legs.

His mouth settles on my clit, before moving to my pussy. Up and down, his hot tongue swirling around before sucking, driving me insane.

“Oh my God,” I moan. “That feels— fuck —amazing.”

“You taste like heaven,” he mutters against me before licking deeper.

I buck and gasp, fisting the sheets.

“You want it, good girl? Want my fingers too?”

Before I can answer, two fingers slide inside me, curling just right as his tongue sucks on my clit.

I shatter so hard, I see stars.

He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and boneless.

Then he crawls up, dragging his cock along my soaked skin. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Not even close,” I whisper.

His grin is pure danger. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

He slams into me. Hard. Deep. Perfect.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks me into oblivion. “Take it,” he grunts. “Take my big cock. This is what you’ve been whining for, isn’t it?”

I can’t even form words. I just feel .

His hand wraps around my throat. His other circles my clit.

“I wanna feel you come while I fill you up,” he growls.

His hard thrust, combined with his words, set me off.

I detonate like a bomb. My scream is so loud, I’m surprised hotel security doesn’t knock.

He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, groaning before he comes deep inside me.

When he collapses on top of me, our bodies slick and tangled, he grins against my neck before lifting his head.

“So,” he pants. “Am I still the worst?”

I shove at him weakly. “Yes.”

“You’re a liar, wife.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Can’t,” he smirks. “You already said it when you told me you wanted more.”