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“Don’t let it shrivel up and fall off,” I shout back.

While he’s in there, I grab my pillow and the blanket off the foot of my bed.

Still in my robe, I remove my towel turban and quickly comb the snarls out. Then I lie down and snuggle in for a good night’s sleep on my loveseat.

Swinging the bathroom door open so hard that it slams against the wall, Nash emerges dripping with rage. So, why bother using a bath towel, either, when apparently, his dick is so raging hard it would only rip right through it?

You know that warning about poking a bear? Well, I provoked a beast.

Life goals.

“What are you doing?” he growls.

“Sleeping on my loveseat, Captain Obvious.”

“The fuck you are.”

He charges toward me, butterflies, fear, and lust soaring in my body. It’s an intoxicating mix as he grabs me, lifting me. “We sleep together,” he demands. “I don’t care how bratty you are.”

I punch his chest. I can’t hurt him. But I need to make my pride proud, so I put up a decent fight. “I don’t sleep with dicks!”

“Watch this.” He tosses me on my bed. “Now, you’re sleeping with a hard, angry one.”

I bounce, landing on my back as he crawls over me, quickly grabbing my wrists to pin them over my head. “Get off me!” I scream.

“You either get a spanking, or you listen to me.”

“Break out the paddle, big boy, because I never listen.”

He smirks. “You just did.”

“I’m not listening to you. You’re too angry and hard. You can’t be reasonable.”

“Exactly,” he growls, his brown eyes brimming with ire and heat. “I’m angry because I keep telling you I’ll never hurt you, and I’ll kill anyone who does, so don’t make me do it. Don’t make me hurt one of my brothers over you because I will. You ask me who I choose, but there is no choice. I pick you, Vale, every time, all the time.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” I snap. “Why won’t you tell me what’s in that room? Why is it such a big secret?”

“Because I’m protecting you.”

“From what?”

“From what we do in that room sometimes…” He licks his lips, his knees wedging my thighs open. “Because it makes me hard. It makesushard. We’re like animals, and I don’t want you around it.”

“W-what?” I’m shocked, but my clit ignites, don’t ask me why. She’s such a slut. “What do you do in the room?”

“Something I’ll never allow to be done to you.”

“Do you hurt people? Do you hurt women?”

“Never. It’s the opposite.”

“What’s the opposite? What do you do? Do you fu?—”

“You’re asking questions I’ll never answer.”

He glances down at his body planked over mine, at his hard cock aimed for my entrance, at my robe and thighs, falling open. Then he sees my nipples. They’ve tightened at the taboo he’s hinting at. My ribs are heaving, wondering, wanting to know. I’m flushed and curious.

If it’s with Nash, I want it. I want everything.

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