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Devilish, dark -

Proud.

“Bambi,” he purrs, “I’mobsessed.”

Chapter Forty-Two

Rhea

Isee it, then - theshift.

The hunger darkening his gaze. The heat coiling off him like smoke.

I’m still catching my breath, legs wobbly from the very illegal amount of attention he just paid my entire body, when he stands.

Andwow. He’s tall. Like, inconveniently tall. I don't know why I haven't registered it before, the way I have to tip my chin up just to look at him properly, which already feels like losing the upper hand.

“You don’t think you’re leaving this kitchen without feeling what you did to me, do you, Bambi?” he asks, voice thick and smug and 100% designed to ruin my life.“You drenched my chest. You soaked my face. And now you’re gonna deal with what you did to mycock.”

I blink up at him, sass locked and loaded -

But then he thumbs open the top button of his jeans.

Then the next.

And the next.

Oh no.

“That’s right - keep watching,” he murmurs, and it’s so unfair, because now I’m staring. Like a creep. Like a full-on omega in a department store caught shoplifting lust. “Youearned this.”

He shoves the denim down his hips. All that muscle, carved and golden, abs tight, hips flexing, sweat slicking his chest just enough to shine under the overhead light. His cock springs free, thick and heavy and leaking against his stomach.

And I swear to god, if he grins any harder I might start throwing produce.

“You wanna be pissed?” he taunts, stepping in close enough that his scent hits me like a punch to the gut. “Fine. Be pissed while I bend you over this table and ruin your fucking attitude with a knot you’ll never forget.”

“Okay, first of all,” I mutter, “you are entirely too proud of yourself -”

“Andyou,” he interrupts, spinning me with zero warning until my front hits the table, “are dripping.”

Palms hit the wood.

Legs spread.

Asshigh.

The sound he makes isn’t human as he steps back just enough to look.

“Fuckinglook at you. That mess - that slick -Idid that.”

His hand slides up the back of my thigh - rough and reverent - then squeezes my ass,hard.

“Shit,Bambi,” he pants, voice wrecked.“I could live here. Just right here. This perfect fuck-me pose with your cunt dripping and your back arched like you know what it does to me.”

He palms both cheeks now, kneading, spreading me wider with no shame. His thumbs drag over every inch of slick skin - over my swollen clit, right down to where I’m aching and empty.

“Christ,” he murmurs, like he can’t help it.He palms my ass again, appreciating his work.“You glisten. You fucking glow. You’reart, andIget to fuck it.”

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