A curse, violent and drugging, infiltrated my mouth when my hands pushed at his sweats. “Off,” I panted. He didn’t listen, but he picked me up and carted me into the spare room. I was thrown on the bed, Jude barking, “Off, too,” as he removed his sweats and briefs. I peeled off my apricot dress and threw my bra across the white bedding. It tumbled to the floor, and then Jude crawled onto the end of the bed. “Stop.” Fingers tucked inside the elastic of my panties, I frowned. “I don’t want to.” His grin was a thing of evil perfection, and I wanted to kiss it off his exquisite face. “Allow me.”
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