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He plucked at it roughly, causing a sharp pain.

“Oh, God.”

It hurt, but in the best way.

I rubbed my legs together.

His lips formed a small twist.

“Look at how responsive you are to me. Fuck, but how the hell am I supposed to be gentle?”

I shook my head. “Don’t. I don’t want you to be gentle with me. Take me however you want.”

His eyes widened before he shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty girl. It’s okay because it’s my fucking job not to push you past your limit.”

I scowled at the wordjob, but then he was moving his hand down past my ribs to my stomach.

I tried not to let my mom’s words get to me as he rubbed his hand over the softness of it.

I had a little bit of a stomach.

I watched his face to see if he found it repulsive, but the look in his eyes didn’t change.

That hungry look in his eyes was still there, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

Mom was wrong.

Kai didn’t find it repulsive. He didn’t find me repulsive, even if I didn’t look like a model who spent most of her time at the gym.

I just…

I just look like me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as if he could see the self-doubt coming on.

“Really?” I whispered.

His movements stopped, and he looked at me. Really looked at me.

He didn’t say anything for a beat before he continued rubbing my stomach.

“Fucking really,” he said vehemently. “I’m fucking hard just looking at you.”

He grabbed my hand and placed it over his jeans.

I gasped when I felt his length and rubbed my hand up and down. I had been right.

He was fucking huge.

I swallowed the nervousness, not wanting to sound like those inexperienced girls by wondering if it would fit.

I knew it would, but hell.

It was a daunting thing to think about.

His hands settled on my hips.

“I’m gonna make you feel good. Trust me?”

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