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I like the way he takes what he wants without giving a shit about me or how I feel. It’s like he’s trying to prove a point, though he’s far from successful. Because this is what I’ve been craving. I don’t want to be treated like a child. Like a breakable doll. Fucking break me, Theo, I want to beg. But I don’t. I let him kiss me. Let him take what he wants. Let him try to prove it isn’t what I want, when it’s the opposite. I’ve craved him for years. And now…here he is. Kissing me.
“I think you want a guy who pushes you. A guy who eggs you on. A guy who doesn't let you barrel over him. Someone who looks at you like an equal. Someone who challenges you.”
“You want a guy who can break you, Blake,” he rasps, his voice low and gritty and shooting straight to my core. “One who grabs you by the throat and squeezes as he enters you. One who treats you like you aren’t made of glass. You’re different than other girls.”
“Won’t it still save car space and lessen my carbon footprint if I carpool with one of my friends?” I point out. “I could always catch a ride with Ash or something.” “You could, but you won’t. I’m picking you up.” He gives me a look daring me to argue, but I keep my lips pulled tight as the rest of the team shuffles into the locker room down the hall. The game must be over. Taking the ice pack from the bench, Theo mutters, “Good girl.” Then, he stands up and walks away.
“We should play.” The game has two basketball hoops set up side by side and is surrounded by nets. “You looking for another rematch?” I ask. He grins and puts two coins into the machine. “Nah. I already got what I wanted.” “Oh, really?” “Yeah.” “And what’s that?” His smile softens, but the crinkles around his eyes make my heart pitter-patter away. “You.”
“Blake,” I murmur. Just like before, she squeezes me through my slacks, and I jerk in her grasp. The friction––no matter how little––is too good. Too promising. Too consuming. I squeeze her throat again in warning, and her smile widens as she holds my gaze hostage. “I believe you’ve earned my mouth, Teddy. The question is…what are you going to do with it?” Fuuuuck.
