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Perhaps if I’d actually done the act, it would have flushed these feelings. Instead they’ve grown.

Yes. That’s the answer. I need to stamp out my feelings by pounding them into her. I need to make her little body explode, so I can blast through all this shit I’ve been feeling.

We’ll be alone for at least an hour. The others went to DEFTA. Blade to do research, and Flame and Crusher to find out why Diederik wants to see Ana.

I can take care of my problem without the others knowing how desperate I am. A good hard fuck should kill the tender feelings my anger won’t crush, but…

Shit.

There is one very big problem with my plan. Ana hates me.

I won’t rape her, so I can’t do the one thing that could fix this.

Fuck my life. Fuck her.

Chapter

Nineteen

Ana

Phil glares from the other side of the room, his anger so palpable I feel it deep in my bones. Feel it everywhere. I used to think Phil was an enigma but see him so clearly now. He’s a horny, thirteen-year-old boy, trapped in the body of a giant. A devastatingly sexy giant.

That last thought popped in from nowhere, and my body’s still humming from how firmly he held me as we raced here, buzzing from the excitement of feeling his massive hard body transporting me as I breathed in his uber-masculine scent.

One thing’s obvious: even though Phil hates me, he wants to keep me safe.

But does he hate me? More likely Phil hates that he can’t hate me.

And why do I care? Phil would not make a good lover—he’s too cruel, too much of a brute—and yet I can’t deny my attraction. My cheeks heat as I remember the rough way he handled me when I first arrived. How his aggressive thrusting through my clothes gave me my first ever orgasm.

Moisture dampens my upper thighs, even as I try to fight it.

Phil growls.

Can he tell I’m aroused? My eyes drop to his crotch.

He’s certainly aroused. His tuxedo pants are sporting a massive bulge, his girth pressing against the fabric. It looks like his erection’s weight is supported by something besides just the trousers. Underwear? A strap of some kind? Why do I care?

“My eyes are up here,” Phil says, with a hint of humor in his voice.

I like that jokey Phil is back for a least a second, but fight to hide my smile as I raise my gaze to meet his.

“Looks like you’ve got a little problem there.” I shake my head. “Feel free to head to the Rec Center.” I raise my eyebrows a few times. “I promise I’ll be a good little prisoner, while you take care of that thing.” I nod back toward his erection.

Leaping, he lands inches away from me. “Maybe I’ll take care of it inside you.”

I raise my chin, trying to hide the way my body is trembling with a mixture of desire and fear. Have I poked the bear one too many times? I have no desire to have sex with someone who hates me. Who will most certainly hurt me.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” My insides throb, clearly having a different opinion on the matter.

Phil chuckles, a deep, cruel sound that vibrates my body and echoes through the entire room.

“Princess, I wouldn’t fuck you with a ten-foot pole.”

“My, my.” Crossing my arms over my crystal-encrusted bodice, I flick my gaze toward his crotch again. “Ten-foot pole? Someone has an inflated opinion of himself.”

He shifts, and his growl—or is it a moan?—fills the room.

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