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“You know I don’t want to let you go, Princess,” he says, his voice hoarse as he strokes the burning flesh on my ass. “It’s the last thing I want.”

He lowers me enough that my feet flatten on the floor, and I spin inside his arms, ready to unleash hell on him. But the second my eyes lock onto fiery green burning with bright gold, I stop, and my voice deserts me.

“You want another man?” His eyes are intent on mine, pinching at the corners like he’s bracing himself for my answer. “You want to fuck another guy?”

I tip my chin up. “Maybe,” I say, wanting to rile him even more.

“This not good enough for you?”

He grabs my hand and places it over the erection inside his jeans. The heat of it seeps through the fabric. He squeezes his fingers around mine, until I curl mine around his dick.

A rough hiss leaves his lips, and he plants his hand against the tree beside my head and looks at my hand on him.

“Take it out,” he rasps.

I squeeze, digging my nails into the denim. “Why should I?”

He snaps his eyes up to mine, and I clench my thighs together, heat pooling between them at the animalistic dominance in his gaze.

“Take my cock out, Princess,” he says slowly.

“Why should I?” I say back even slower.

His eyes blaze and he runs his tongue over his lower lip.

“You’re the only one I want, Sinclair. And I need to hear you tell me that I’m the only one you want too.”

I hitch a brow, feigning indifference. But the scent of his warm skin is making my pulse race as he leans closer.

“You want to get your dick out in the forest, then do it yourself,” I say, my core igniting like fuel on a fire as his pupils blow wide at my defiance.

“Fine,” he snaps.

He tugs the button on his jeans open and tears down the zipper, pulling his cock out. I glance at it, making sure my face remains neutral as I take in the thickness of it, the way it’s swollen and angry looking. And so impossibly hard .

He wraps his hand around it and jerks himself off slowly. My pulse throbs in my pussy as the fat head of it swells and glistening drops ooze out.

“You don’t want another cock inside you, Sinclair. Not when this one is all yours. Mine’s the only one you’ll ever want, isn’t it? Tell me.”

I shrug, tearing my gaze away from how big he is.

His eyes burn into mine as I look up.

“I don’t know. Is it?” I say, letting boredom tint my voice.

“Fuck!” He slams his other hand against the tree, making some bark break off.

Excitement bubbles inside me knowing that I’m about to make him lose it. Knowing I’m the only one who knows how to make him lose his cool. Mr. Never-gets-flustered-can-stalk-you-undetected-in-the-woods-but-is-brought-to-his-knees-by-Sinclair-Beaufort.

“Touch it,” he hisses.

I smile slyly. “No, thanks.”

“Touch it!”

His nostrils flare, the whites of his eyes growing larger around his pupils.

“Please, Princess.” His voice drops to a husky plea. “ Touch me .”

He stares at me, holding his breath as I lift my hand and dust my thumb over the head of him, swiping up some drops of precum.

“Fuck,” he exhales shakily. “Fuuuck.”

The muscles in his neck tense as I swirl my thumb around and then run it over his slit. “Good girl,” he rasps.

His lids hood, a rough groan coming from deep in his chest like my touch is the one drug that can end his torture.

“Tell me you don’t want another man, that you don’t need another man.”

His eyes are focused on my hand as I replace his fingers with my own and jerk him off slowly.

“Tell me, Sinclair. Please.”

He screws his face up as he watches my hand on him. The turmoil in his expression stabs me in the gut. Maybe Dixie’s mom left him for another man. Maybe that’s why he sounds so desperate to hear me say it.

But he still said those things about my father trusting him. He still implied that this needs to end between us. Whether he meant it or not, I’m still angry at him.

“Maybe I do,” I say, causing his jaw to clench tight as he grits his teeth. “Maybe I’m already forgetting what yours feels like inside me.”

“No,” he rasps.

“Maybe I am.” I squeeze him, stroking faster. “Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Fuck!”

He rips his hand from the tree and grabs me underneath my ass, lifting me against the trunk. My back flattens against the rough bark as he crowds me with his body.

“You won’t forget, Princess. Ever. I won’t let you.” He crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me forcefully until the air leaves my body. “I won’t let you.”

I grab either side of his face and hold it to mine, grazing his lips with my teeth as I match his fiery kiss with my own savage one.

“You don’t want me to forget?” I pant against his mouth.

The muscles in his arms work overtime as he grabs handfuls of my ass, then holds me up with one arm and grabs my breasts. His mouth slides to my neck, sucking it desperately before coming back to my lips with a curse.

It’s like he can’t figure out where to touch me because he wants all of me at the same time.

“You can’t forget,” he growls. “I won’t leave you alone long enough. I’ll make sure there’s always a part of me inside you soaking your panties as it drips out. The scent of me will be on you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

The possessiveness in his tone makes my nipples pebble and my clit throb.

“You’re an asshole.” I seethe, biting his lower lip as I kiss him.

“I know,” he fires back, shoving up my dress and stuffing his hand between my thighs. “But I’m an asshole who’d fucking die for you. And no… not because it’s my job.”

I moan into his kiss as his fingers find my wet panties and rub my swollen flesh through them.

“Sinclair,” he snaps, like my arousal makes him angry.

“What?”

“Even when I give you a reason to hate me, you’re still soaking for me, aren’t you? You want me no matter what, don’t you?”

“No.”

Yes.

He grunts as he slips his thumb beneath the wet lace and my body covers it in slick heat.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He tugs my panties roughly, shredding the thin material that covers my pussy. Then he shoves his jeans down over his hips with one hand.

I’m taking all of his cock before I have a chance to breathe.

“Sinclair,” he rasps, thrusting into me hard. “Princess… fuck…”

I pull at his hair and bite his lip as we kiss, not caring when I taste blood. I suck on it, swallowing the metallic taste of him as he groans and pumps into me faster.

“You’re mine. You belong with me. You know that. Don’t ever talk about another man touching you again. Or I’ll have to kill him, you understand?”

I cry out as he fucks me deeper. We’re loud, our moans echoing off the trees and traveling up to the sky above.

It’s wild, messy, desperate.

“You don’t get to tell me who I can date if you’re going to ditch me like I’m some dirty little secret,” I snap as his hips drive his dick up inside me at a delicious angle that has my toes tingling.

“Fuck, you’re not some secret,” he hisses, forcing his forehead against mine. His eyes burn into mine as he pushes so deep inside me, sliding over the place inside me that sets a familiar heat building.

“What am I then?” I gasp as the undeniable pressure of an impending orgasm makes more wetness coat his cock.

“I told you. You’re Sinclair.”

I grab a handful of his hair and jerk his head back, enjoying the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his thick neck as he swallows.

“You’re mine,” he rasps. “No one else’s. You don’t want some other man, do you? Not when I know the way to make you come so hard you cry.”

The asshole. He knows he’s right. His eyes darken as I glare back at him.

“Do you, Princess?”

I pant, staring daggers at him as he thrusts into me, the head of his cock sliding over my G-spot again and again.

“Do you?” he asks again.

I tighten my grip on his hair, twisting it until his eyes pinch.

“Say it,” he urges.

“No.”

“Say it.”

He fucks into me harder and my eyes roll in my head.

“You’re so close. Be a good girl and say it as you come on my cock for me.”

I try to keep my lips clamped shut, moaning into my cheeks as the pressure builds.

“Say it.”

I screw my eyes shut, blocking him out, but he kisses me hard, making me gasp for air.

“Say it,” he breathes.

I open my eyes.

And I explode.

“Yes!” I whine as I come hard on him, my pussy clamping down around his cock and squeezing it as wave after wave rolls through me, stealing all my control. “Denver! Oh my god!”

He pumps into me, driving me through an earth-shattering orgasm that immediately crests into another without giving me a moment to breathe.

“Denver,” I whimper, my eyes watering and blurring my vision.

“You’re okay, Princess. I’m here.”

I gasp, trying to focus on his eyes as I come. My body hugs his cock as it gets even harder, and his fingers dig into my thighs.

“Fuck, Sinclair. I can’t hold back. The feeling of you coming for me…”

“Do it,” I choke.

The veins in his neck thicken, and his eyes hold mine as he comes inside me with a gravelly groan. The sound is so raw, husky, and hot that I whimper, parting my thighs wider around his hips so he can push deeper inside me.

“Yeah? You want it deep? You want to be full of me?”

“Yes,” I moan, my clit rubbing against his skin as he thrusts.

I come again without warning and tears spring from the corners of my eyes.

Everything gets harder and faster and deeper as he groans out the rest of his orgasm. Our bodies slide together as he empties inside me. Slickness coats my inner thighs where it’s running out from inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” he chokes, his thrusts slowing to deep, rough jerks of his hips as his mouth finds mine. “Fuck,” he grinds out, kissing me roughly, all panting and teeth and sex. “Fuck,” he groans again.

I gasp, fighting to get my breath back as my body turns to jelly.

“Don’t ever run from me, Sinclair.” He grabs my chin and presses a searing kiss to my lips.

“Please don’t ever leave me not knowing where you’re going or if you’re okay.

I need to know you’re okay… I need to see you…

I can’t have… Don’t fucking leave me like that .

” He screws his face up as he kisses me.

My anger was ripped out of me with my orgasm. All I want to do is stay in his arms and hold him tight.

“I’m here.” I cup his face, kissing him back. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.”

I press urgent kisses to his lips. One by one. Over and over. Trying to cover the cracks that are opening up and pouring pain out from him.

“Sinclair.” He exhales, his eyes closed as he kisses me back.

Something shifts in my chest at the desperate tone creeping into his voice.

I kiss him more gently, stroking the sides of his face.

My big strong Brute.

I don’t know what memory I just evoked in him, but whatever it was, it wasn’t a good one. He keeps kissing me, his body crushed to mine like he can’t bear to let me go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

He opens his eyes, and I gaze at the flash of something hiding in their depths.

He looks so lost. So broken for a second before he blinks it away.

Maybe it’s the love he lost years ago, Dixie’s mom.

Maybe not. But either way I recognize the look in his eyes because I’ve seen the same one in mine every day since I lost the people I loved too.

Maybe we’re both lost in grief.

I press another kiss to his lips, and he relaxes, sinking into me.

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”