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“Because I was trying to do the right thing. But I craved her every single day.” His lips brushed mine again and I let out a soft moan, eager for more pressure. “I wanted her back in my room, in my bed.” He let out a defeated breath. “I just wanted to please her.”

“Was she satisfied before you let her go?”

“She must have been because she hid from me and then forgot all about me.”

I searched his eyes, shaking my head. “I didn’t forget you, Locke—”

His lips brushed mine, and I closed my eyes, sucking in a sharp breath at the light contact. My entire body centred around him. Hyper aware of every inch of him pressed against mine. Jesus, this man had already been inside me, and yet I was empty all over again, wanting and lusting. This powerful man came back to me, was now draped over me, his need brushing againstmy core, contradicting the cold expression he seemed so good at donning.

Straightaway, I was back there again. In his apartment. In his bedroom. And it was just us, locked in each other, the world forgotten. It was so easy to do—forget the world and everything in it. Had I felt misery in that bedroom with him? I had been locked in there with him, but I had felt more freedom in it than I did outside it.

And he dared to call me poison? When it washewho chased afterme, who declared he was going to have me. If I was a poison pill, he chose to take it. Whereas when he forced his poison upon me, I hadn’t been given a choice.

His gaze hardened. “Who got to have you?”

I had no desire to torture him. “Nobody.”

He squeezed my chin tighter. “If I find you’ve lied to me, Kali, I will cut him up in front of you—”

“You’re being stupid—”

“I will kill him.” There was finality in his voice, and I believed him. I knew deep inside that he would murder any man who had touched me after him.

Emotion built behind my eyes. Denial sharp as a blade when I said, “Just say you gave up. Please, Locke.”

“If I gave up, I would not be here.” He raised my shirt up, running his warm hand over my stomach. “And now that you know this, you’re going to want to hide from me again. But no one is going to help you this time, little lion, and I won’t let you out of my sight. Never again.”

“Locke—”

“No more talking.”

He kissed me again, and I was pulled back under. I accepted his mouth, his tongue, all of it. When his hands roamed my body, they shook and groped at my flesh, squeezing and kneading me. My legs fell away again, accepting his pressure between my thighs. The weight of him settled there, where it pulsed and ached.

“Greedy,” he whispered. “So fucking needy. You missed me.”

A statement. A fact he wanted me to confirm.

“A little bit,” was all I said.

“Your body betrays you.”

“My body is stupid.”

He grabbed at my breast again and lowered his face. He sucked at my nipple through the shirt as my fingers found his hair, clenching at the thick black strands. We were getting carried away, weren’t we? What was it I needed to do again? I blinked hazily at the ceiling, trying to remember my purpose, but it was like time was rewound, and I was stuck in his web again.

He raised my shirt, exposing my breasts, giving them adequate attention. From one breast to the other, he sucked and tasted me and then he ventured back down my belly, nipping at my hips. It didn’t occur to me until he was bringing my pants down again, slowly like he was savouring it, that he was still entirely clothed.

“Locke…”

“Hush.”

I gulped in air. “I think…I think I need to talk to you about something…”

“Later.”

“Locke—” He licked at my core again and I couldn’t think. “Damn you…”

When he tasted me this time, I didn’t feel the same rage as before. He licked me like he just wanted to taste me and please me.I just wanted to please her.Isn’t that what he just said? My eyes ached from unshed tears. He spread my legs apart and devoured me, sucking and prodding and studying my sounds. When he told me, “Come on my mouth, little lion,” I felt my world flip upside down. Sparks ran through me, the pleasure toe curling. I squeezed at the strands of his air, whispering, “Max…”

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