Page 214 of By His Play

“You want it again, don’t you?”

“No, Kieran. We can’t.”

I move closer and press my knee in the small gap between hers, giving her little choice but to spread her legs.

“Says who?”

“Me. We’ve already fucked things up. We can’t keep?—”

Her words are cut off with a gasp as I reach for her throat and tip her head back so she can hold my eyes as I step closer.

“We can do whatever the fuck we want, Luck. And right now, you want me.”

She tries to shake her head and deny it, but my grip is too tight.

“I know you. I know you better than anyone else on this fucking planet, and right now, your panties are soaked. All you can think about is how it felt when I pushed you up against your windows last night and fucked you. You keep clenching your pussy, wishing you could feel me inside you again.

“Who do you belong to, Effie?”

Her eyes widen and she purses her lips, refusing to answer me.

“Tell me. Whose whore are you?”

“Yours,” she cries.

Her pulse thunders beneath my fingers, telling me how much she loves it.

Being with her last night taught me something.

Showed me exactly what I was missing. And I don’t just mean sex.

I mean her. Everything about her.

I don’t just want her in my life.

I don’t just need her as my friend.

I am fucking desperate for every single part of her.

It’s scary. Really fucking scary.

It’s everything I always said I didn’t want. But right now, with her right in front of me, none of that matters.

Not having her in my life is more terrifying than attempting to navigate whatever this thing is between us.

Her lips part as if she’s going to try to deny what we both know is true, but I don’t give her a chance to say a word.

Instead, I push my hand under her skirt and drag my fingers up the soft skin of her inner thigh before rubbing her through the lace of her panties.

My smirk grows when I discover that I was right.

She’s soaked.

Leaning forward, I brush my nose against hers.

It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to kiss her, especially when she leans in for it.

“Mine,” I tell her before tugging her panties to the side and dragging my fingers through her folds, coating myself in her juices.

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