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“I’m going to take what I need from you,” I tell her in a low voice. “And then we’ll focus on the twisted shit you crave.”
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“What was it that woke up your sweet little cunt?” I ask in a low voice. “The people in the room who watched you choke on my dick? Or me ordering you around?”
“You’re soaked,” he says in my ear. “You’re a fucking slut for this, aren’t you?”
“You gonna get off like this?” His voice is in my ear again, his weight bearing down on my back. “I want to feel you come knowing that I can twist you any way I want and you’re helpless to stop it. My cock sliding into you is the worst sort of intrusion. The one you want the most and the one you can’t fight off.”
“If you leave, it all stops. But if you stay… I’m going to have so much fun tormenting you, sweetheart. Fucking count on that.”
“You have a safe word, little viper.” “Why do you call me that?” He chuckles. “Because you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Because you’re beautiful. Because you’re sin. Because you’re a distraction. And I’ve never hated anyone more than you,” he confesses. He leans forward and presses his lips to my chest.
“His jersey, his cum…” I shrug. “Bet you got neither when he fucked you, right?”
“Sit,” I order her, licking my lips. “Steele—” “I swear to God, Aspen, sit on my face right now.”
“You are going to talk about this, Aspen. Because knowing what happened to you lets me inside you just a little bit more—and I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep in your bones that I’m impossible to remove.”
“You belong to me, Aspen. You did the moment you drew the joker at the party, although neither of us fucking knew the gravity of it.”
“Look at me.” “This is—” “Did it feel good?” I swallow around the lump in my throat and crack my eyes open. Did it feel good? “Yeah…” “Good. Then don’t be ashamed, because I don’t give a fuck if you’re bleeding. Your pussy is mine in all its states.” He releases my chin and pulls me up. “I took your tampon out, by the way. In case you were worried.”
“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”
“Fuck me,” she cries. “Please. God, I’m begging.” A flutter soars through me. “That’s right, sweetheart,” I agree, leaning forward and running my nose across her clit. Inhaling her musky scent. “I am your god.”
“I love you,” he says. “I’m not a wordsmith. Not even close. But I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I can’t stand it. I love you. I’ll love you forever.”
