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That’s why he’d spent his only morning off this week peeling and pulling apart clementines for Harlow. Because he knew how much she loved them but also knew she hated the way the smell got trapped under her nails.
“I want to be there. I want to take care of you. We don’t have to fuck but I want to make you feel good. I wanna watch Soul and Chris make you feel good.”
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it so well.” “Rico,” I whined when he nipped at my jaw. “I’m right here, baby. Watching you get fucked like a good girl.”
“I already told you; I don’t need your permission. I’m not a child, Rico.” “No, but you are my baby.”
“Christian fuck that pretty pussy right?” He was close enough to kiss my temple, and he did. “Yes,” I breathed, inhaling his woodsy scent as if I hadn’t spent all night breathing it in. “Then open your legs.” He trailed his hand over my face. “Let me see.”
“I won’t touch you unless you tell me to.” He kissed my temple. “And one day, I really hope you fucking tell me to.”
“You ain’t going nowhere til you taste like us, smell like us. I want everybody on this island to be able to look at you and know exactly who you belong to.”
