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He looked disappointed. “Next time.”

He’s insane.

And I’m insane for liking it so much.

Each step I took through the club was like measured torture. My skin felt too tight. Too hot. Tooeverything. Every sensation seemed magnified. I was painfully aware of my soaked panties clinging to me. The overstimulation was even worse when westepped out into the cool breeze that tightened my nipples to painful pebbles.

Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait there. Vic was parked close. He opened the door, and didn’t blink at us. No knowing smirk. No judgment or derision.

Once we were inside, he closed the door.

And that was as long as Easton could wait.

He twisted in the seat to seal his mouth to mine in a maddening kiss that left me lightheaded. “On your knees,” he ordered. I thought he meant for me to drop to the floor—and I would’ve—but his hands on my waist lifted me so I was kneeling on the seat. “Lift your skirt for me, Madeline. Let me see how bad you want to be with an old guy like me.”

I rolled my eyes, but I did it while obeying him.

Running a finger over the thin fabric of my panties, his nostrils flared. “Baby, you’re sopping.”

“I told you,” I whispered.

He pushed between my slit with the stupid barrier preventing what I needed.

To not be so damn empty.

“You liked being my pretty possession on display?” he asked.

I muffled a cry when he stroked against my clit as I frantically nodded my head. I hoped it was enough because I wasn’t capable of words.

It must’ve been because he tugged my panties to the side, giving himself access that he didn’t take. He just teased, running hisfingertip back and forth. “You’re just a pathetic needy mess, aren’t you?”

I whimpered as I gave another frantic nod.

“Fuck it. Panties off, Madeline.”

I nearly toppled off the cushy seat in my rush to obey. As I did, he freed his hard cock, fisting it to stretch upright.

I thought I might weep with joy.

“Come here.” Lifting me, he positioned me so I straddled him with just the head of his cock spreading me. I wiggled my hips, trying to ease the painful tension that’d settled low in my belly, but I got nowhere. He held me. Held all the power.

Easton Wells held the control.

“What do you want?” he asked gruffly.

“You. Always you. Only you. Please.”

I wasn’t even sure I knew what was spewing from my mouth except that it was the truth.

He surged upward, filling me to bursting with one powerful thrust.

I cried out, throaty and raw.

Easton dropped his head to nip my neck. “Quiet, pretty guppy. You know those noises are only for me. All of you is. Only. For. Me.”

If he wanted me to be silent, he was going about it all wrong. His fingertips dug in as he moved me up and down his length. Slamming me harder. Faster. I couldn’t move or rock my hips ordo anything to be an active participant. I had no choice but to clutch his shoulder and the headrest as he brutally fucked me.

Easton took me like I was his to take.