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He bent down and kissed her. “I know. And I intended to apologize at dinner tonight for being an ass the other day. Then you went and lied to me and I’m pissed off all over again. But I still want you. What’s stopping us from enjoying the physical attraction and leaving the rest alone?”

“No strings?”

He nodded and kissed her again, against his better judgment. She stretched on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck. Their lips tangled together, and he lifted her so she could put her legs around his waist.

“How attached to that egg roll are you?”

She shook her head. “I’m not.”

“Good. I’m taking you to bed.”

He carried her down the hall to the guest room and kicked the door shut. So much for getting to sleep.

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Carrie pressed her forehead to Peter’s as he walked them to the bed. She’d run to her room as soon as they got home because her desire for him was clouding her brain and she wanted to avoid it. Then he’d walked into the kitchen and barked at her about her eating habits, and here she was about to fall into bed with him again.

He’d been so rough with her on the rooftop. How would he be tonight? How did she want him to be? What was she even doing this for?

“Get your clothes off.” His command was sharp, and he gave her a little shove off of him, dumping her on the bed. She wanted him. That was the only explanation for why she obeyed.

She peeled the tiny shorts down her legs, revealing the bright purple lace thong she wore.

“Leave those on.” He pulled her hand away from the waistband.

Her fingers shook as she fumbled for the hem of her tank top and she yanked it over her head while he pulled off his t-shirt.

“If you have any attachment to these, say so now.”

He hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties and gave them a tug.

His thick finger grazed her labia and sent a jolt through her. And she knew exactly how she wanted him to be with her tonight. Rough and primal.

“I’ll be disappointed if you don’t shred them.”

He quirked an eyebrow up. “It’s going to be like that, is it?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “I need rough.”

He pushed her onto her back and kicked her legs open. “Why is that, little one?”

His voice was tender, but the look in his eyes was anything but. She wanted him to sink his teeth into her flesh while he fingered her. She wanted his hand around her throat while he buried his cock deep inside.

She wanted everything he wanted to give her and then some.

“Answer me. Why do you need me to be rough with you?”

His fingers were in her panties and he ripped them with a swift tug so her pussy was bare for him but the lace stayed around her waist.

“It’s what gets me off the hardest.”

He picked up her wrists and brought them together, capturing them both in a single hand. Then he jerked them above her head, and bent to kiss her. He plunged into her mouth, not waiting for her to open and invite him in. His teeth nipped at her lip and she whimpered when his grip got tighter on her wrists.

“You say red if I go too far, otherwise the only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of you coming and begging for more. I’ve shredded your panties, now I’m going to use this cunt however I want. Isn’t that right, little one?”

He cupped her pussy with his free hand and she couldn’t help but moan when he slipped one finger into her already slick opening.

“Your cunt is fucking dripping.”

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