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His breath fans my face, and I try not to breathe it in between sniffles. I know just a taste of him will drive me wild, drive me back into his arms, where it feels safe, where I feel seen.

If only for a little while.

"I'll let you walk away," Sam goes on.

My eyes fly open, and I look up at him through my tears.

"I can let you walk away. You don't have to look back, and I won't follow you. I'll believe you when you say you don't love me, that what we share is meaningless to you."

"Y-you will?" I ask, voice quavering.

"Yes, if you do one thing for me."

I wait for him to continue, my throat aching from the tears I'm holding back.

"Tell me your pussy isn't wet right now."

CHAPTER 20

Bree

What did he just say to me?

I stare back into those smoldering emeralds, so brimming with desire that I know he's drunk off his own words. Just as he's reminding me about the times we were together, he's imagining them, too.

He's the one who's hard, and if I'm wet, it's supposed to prove something, that we're both getting off simply on the memory of what we shared. The smug fuck.

But he's right, damn him, he's right.

I feel my lids flutter as I internally shift focus to the slippery heat between my thighs. Yes, god yes, I'm wet. It's just that little recognition that makes me lose everything, even as hot streams of tears continue to stain my cheeks.

In a flash, I'm closing the distance between our lips and slamming my mouth to his, a whimper betraying the sudden need possessing me, taking over.

I give myself over to him.

For the briefest of moments, I feel his lips curl against mine in a smirk. He welcomes me in, accepting my kiss before his fist is balling up in my hair, pulling so tight that I gasp and break the kiss. I hiss as the pressure grows tighter, then slackens, and a delicious ripple of pain and pleasure races down my skin.

Heavily, my lids open, just halfway, just to give me a peek at him, and he's drinking in my expression, the way I'm baring my neck to him, tilting my head back, offering myself. I moan and shut my eyes at the naked hunger on his face, anticipating him all over me.

"Take me, Sam," I plead, sensing that he's only holding me like this to revel in his control over me.

And not a second after the words are out of my mouth, Sam's teeth and tongue are on my throat, making me squirm as he releases my hair to find my wrists with his hands. He pushes me back on the touch and pins my arms above my hand, keeping me in place with just one of his large hands. I arch my back off the cushions, my body alive with the need to be touched, to feel whatever he wants to give me, the sweet and soft or the strict and rough.

Sam's kiss silences the stream of low encouragement I can't help from spilling out of me, and his free hand attaches to my jeans. He thumbs them open before jerking them off my body in strong, impatient tugs, taking my panties with them.

"You didn't tell me, so I'll have to find out for myself, won't I?" Sam growls, his fingers diving between my wanting folds.

"Nn-aah!!" I cry out, pushing my pussy against his probing fingers.

"Just as I thought. How long were you wet, my little bunny? How long were you waiting for me to touch you?"

My mind can only focus on the way his fingertips slide over my clit, mashing the sensitive bud before plunging into my depths. Two fingers plunge upward and massage hard.

"Don't fucking ignore me," Sam says through clenched teeth, fingering me harder for emphasis. His teeth bite into my neck, and I yelp and squirm uselessly in his tight grip.

"Wh-whenever you're close to me," I manage in a fierce whisper, riding his fingers, working my hips to help him punish my g-spot. "My body reacts to you."

"Because you know you belong to me." I can hear the grin in his voice. "You weren't just waiting for my touch, though, my slutty bunny. You wanted me to taste you."

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