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I gasp, and he moves his hand away, eyes focused on mine. “What did I do to you to deserve this?” Forcing the rising lump back down, I hate how weak I sound.

“To deserve what, Naomi?” He leans lower and caresses my cheek with his lips. “To be worshipped.” His nose rubs mine, and for the briefest of moments, I welcome it. I need to believe there’s something I can reach. A part of him I can reason with.

“Don’t try to make sense of this, Naomi. It is what it is,” he shrugs. “I’m selfish, controlling, unapologetic, and take what I want.”

Dick!I wriggle under him, and he holds me tighter.

“I know what I’ve asked you to do scares you shitless, but I’m doing it anyway. I’ll make sure you enjoy it, but so help me, Naomi. If you deny me what’s mine, Ant will pay the price.”

“I’m not yours.”

“You are for nine days, Treacle.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. “Time to prove to me you’re a woman of your word.”

Rising, Dom unbuckles his belt and lowers his zip as I stare in horror. “Not here… Ant-”

“Ant needs to understand the consequences of his fuck up.”

Every part of me wants to flee, but I can’t move a muscle. This is what it means to be frozen in fear. To have no control.

Dom’s warm hands slide up my thighs. “Relax, sweet girl. This is just to seal the deal.” He places the condom in my hands, and I grip it like my life depends on it.

His hands glide back down my body and pull up my dress, exposing my underwear. He wastes no time dragging them down my legs, which seem to have a mind of their own when they move to help him slide them off.

Maybe it’s muscle memory, a sick recollection of the pleasure to come.

Dom smiles, my apparent willingness pleasing him, then drops to his needs and goes straight for my clit. His tongue assaults me as his fingers test my core. My hips tilt to meet him, and then my brain kicks in to remind my body that this is fucked up, and I try to edge away.

One large hand slams me back into place, and Dom forces a thick finger inside, causing a moan to sneak past my lips.

“I won’t stop until I’m drowning in your sweet cum.” Dom’s finger starts pumping, curling into the spot he found weeks ago. “Listen to your body, Naomi,” he commands before his mouth returns to my clit.

Pleasure burns through me, my body desperate for me to forget my cousin is on the other side of the door, hearing it all. I want to protest, but it feels too good. Wrong—so utterly wrong—but as Dom pushes another finger in and nips my clit, my body convulses, and I explode around him.

“That’s it, Naomi,” Dom urges. “Give me more.”

Crying out, I soak Dom, and after devouring as much as possible, he pulls away. Licking his lips, he wipes his mouth on his sleeve and reaches for me, palm stretched out.

Handing the condom over, my body throbs as I watch him slide it over his massive erection. “This is the last time they’ll be a barrier between us.”

Chapter 19

Naomi’s body shakes as another orgasm shatters her resistance. I need to keep her in her body and out of her head, and I’ll get her through this.

My hips thrust at speed, leaving me out of breath. It’s been torture holding out for this long, but I needed to get her screaming again. To feel the power I have over this magnificent, damaged creature.

“Fuck!” I roar as Naomi slumps against me, panting, and I spill into the condom for the last time. Next time, it’s going straight into her.

Holding Naomi close, I lower us onto the desk, my body smothering hers as we both come down to earth.

Naomi’s breaths come short and fast as she recovers from my assault. I may have got a little carried away, but it wasn’t just because of my need to fuck her out of her mind. There was a point to make tonight. Every time I slammed into Naomi, the desk dragged across the floor, the screeching sound carrying through the thin door where her coward cousin still sits on the other side, tied to a chair.

Ant put Naomi—his whole family—on the line when he borrowed from Spencer. I may have used it to my advantage, but I wasn’t lying when I said I was the better option. This is the wake-up call Ant needs.

“You’re squashing me,” Naomi grumbles, and I lift myself to give her room to breathe.

She graces me with a glimpse of those beautiful green eyes, the spirit she suppresses with her fear, thanking me for giving it a moment to shine before she closes them. Her cheeks and chest are bright red, and sweat glistens against her hairline.So fucking beautiful.

“Are you happy now? You got what you want.” Naomi’s eyes are still closed, but her annoyance rings through her voice.