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“No, but you’re going to.”

He pushes the hard tip of his cock up against my pussy and presses in.

“Oh, fuck, it has been too long, Aspyn.”

“It’s only been a couple of days.”

“Too long!” he grits out.

He slides into me, inch by inch. It feels like he’s impossibly large, stretching me almost painfully, but I welcome the pain, especially this pain.

When he bottoms out, he lays over me, wrapping his arms around mine and pulling us so we’re touching everywhere, including our legs.

“You know what I love about this position?”

“What?” I whimper.

“People think it’s less intimate, but, for me, it’s more. I could be taking your pussy or ass, and I’m here wrapped around you, my lips pressed to your ear, and it’s the most amazing moment of my life.”

He shifts his hips, drawing out and thrusting back in. The pace starts slow, building as he whispers.

He doesn’t stop talking the whole time. He tells me I’m perfect and beautiful, his queen.

Beau grabs my hands and laces our fingers together and rocks back and forth.

By the time he’s slamming his hips into my ass, I’m a sobbing mess, and when he reaches around and starts kneading my breast, I’m lost.

I’ve needed this so much.

“Be my bad girl forever,” Beau hisses in my ear.

My body tightens as I’m thrown into the oblivion of my pleasure. I curl my fingers in the mattress, screaming his name like he promised.

He thrusts harder and faster until he stiffens. He thrusts in quickly and then slowly slumps, completely still on my back.

“Good girl!” he hums.

A giggle slips out, followed by a snort, but Beau nuzzles my shoulder, kissing the curve in a sensual way that has the laughter dying in my throat. With a groan, he licks a trail up to my neck, dragging his teeth over the spots I’m most sensitive.

“You smell so good. I love this flower scent you ooze. I want to drown in it. Jasmine, night blooming jasmine. I had to go and look it up. It took me a month before I found the right flower.”

I moan and press back against him.

“Your wish, my command,” Beau murmurs and starts to move.

Chapter ten

Gael

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I get out of the car and slip my hands in my pockets. The sky is grey, and the weather is cool; the leaves are red and orange, and there are a million things I could be doing, but I’m glad I’m here. I’m supposed to be going to see my brother’s teacher because he got into yet another fight again. I want to shout at him, but I know him. He’s a good kid. He wouldn’t do it for no reason.

My parents are too busy to come. The school didn’t even bother contacting them. I can’t remember a single time this year or the last when they have even been to the school. They probably don’t know which one he even attends.

I can’t let him go through what I went through of having no one there. The isolation, the waiting for a parent that never arrives, the humiliation of my teacher’s eyes as they reluctantly let me go home alone in the dark or the storms. No fight or tantrum recalls their presence.

Despite his idiotic behaviour sometimes, Noah has a good heart. He’s a great kid, smart and charming. Noah will run our father’s company when he reaches his twenty-fifth birthday. He is everything I am not. Confident, calm, collected, a shrewd businessman. Whereas I am introverted, nervous around crowds, bad with numbers, I hate my father’s business and resent it.

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