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“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s not.”

“What makes it not?”

“Details,” he warns.

I raise a brow.

“I’m serious,” he answers. “That’s what the tests are for. To see if it’s what you really want.”

“Idowant it,” I rush. “I want to be with you. I want you to make me yours. I think… I think I’ll get off on it.” I chew my lip. “That’s my confession.”

Something stirs in his eyes, then I see it stir his cock.

“You’ll get off on it too, won’t you?” I ask. “It’s making you hard just thinking about it.”

“What makes me hard and will get me off…” His voice is low. He rolls me over, pinning me down. “Is showing everyone you’re mine and how I’ll never share you.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

NASH

Vale Monroe makesme a very conflicted man.

At times, everything feels right with her. Like she’s the moon and I’m the sea, I’m forever drawn to her. That’s what my heart tells me.

But my head tells me it’s wrong. This is a grave mistake, and I know damn well why.

Then there’s my cock; it just wants her. It feels everything, too, like this primal urge to claim her, to live inside her forever. Like this demand to take her again.

“Your turn,” I murmur down her neck.

“But...” she suddenly worries. “But don’t stress it. If I don’t come while we fuck, it’s okay.”

I glance up from her cleavage and grin. “Are you doubting me again?”

“No.” She blushes. “I just… Even though I feel broken, I don’t need to be fixed. I just want you to know you make me feel so good. Even if I don’t come, I like it.”

“Youlikeit?”

“Yeah.” She laces her fingers through my hair. “Ireallylike it.”

I rise and climb off the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asks, and I don’t answer.

I grab her mirror, propped against the wall, and lay it on the floor, the top of the frame wedged against the wall, the reflection facing the ceiling. Then, I take her hand. “Come here.”

She lets me pull her until she’s standing beside me, dwarfed by my size.I love how she’s so petite.

“What are you doing?” She blinks up at me.

“You said you look in the mirror, touch yourself, and make yourself come. That you have a beautiful pussy,” I fist her hair, “and I agree.”

Gently tugging her strands, I linger my other hand over her soft mound until I’m barely teasing her hard clit, making her gasp.

“So you’re going to look in the mirror,” I demand, “and watch me fuck you and see how beautiful it is when you come on my cock. Becauselikingmy fuck, Vale, will never be good enough.” I spank her clit. She gasps. “You’re going to watch your pussy fucking love it.”

I spin her around, still holding her hair. “Step your legs apart,” I order, “and straddle the mirror. That’s it.” I take her hand, then her other. “Put these on the wall. Don’t move them, and bend over for me.”

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