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Her lips curled at the edge. "Maybe a little of both."

I thought about it. "Then by all means."

She crossed her legs, her knee brushing against mine. "You look like trouble."

I let my eyes drag over her bare neck, the teasing dip of her collarbone. "You have no idea."

She leaned in, voice just loud enough to cut through the music. "Maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for."

I finally turned to face her fully, tilting my head. "You always go looking for trouble in places like this?"

She sipped her drink, watching me over the rim of her glass. "Only when I need to forget something. Or someone."

That hit a little too close to home, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I smirked, leaning in slightly. "And is it working?"

"Not yet." She traced a fingertip over my forearm. "But I have high hopes."

I hummed, hope buildingin my chest. "You expecting me to help with that?"

She set her glass down, turning toward me, her body angled closer. "You offering?"

I laughed a low chuckle. "I don’t do attachments."

She grinned. "Good. Neither do I."

It should have been easy. Just another nameless girl, another distraction, another night that blurred into the next. But even as she pressed closer, her thigh warm against mine, her fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt, my mind drifted. I shouldn’t have cared. I shouldn’t have noticed the way she wasn’t Summer. But my body did.

She noticed my hesitation and smirked. "You hesitating, handsome?"

I shook my head, downing the rest of my whiskey and setting the glass down with a hollow clink. "Not at all."

She took my hand, pulling me toward the door. I followed, not because I wanted her, but because stopping meant thinking. And thinking meant remembering a girl I’d much rather forget.

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We barely made it through her apartment door before I had her against the wall—clothes ripping, teeth biting, nails clawing. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t even fucking want.

Just need.

A filthy, mind-numbing, gut-churning need to bury myself so deep inside someone else that I could forget the goddamn weight pressing against my chest. Her dress was gone in seconds, torn from her body, tossed aside like trash. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard, begging for something rough. I didn’t bother appreciating the view—just grabbed her by the back of the neck, shoved her to her knees, and unzipped.

“Suck,” I ordered, yanking her hair, dragging my cock across her parted lips. She moaned, tongue darting out, trying to tease, but I wasn’t in the mood for games. I pushed forward, using my fingers to pop her jaw open and thrusting in. Until her eyes bulged and my dick cut off her air. Until all I felt was the heat of her mouth and the spasm of her throat as she tried to swallow.

Her hands clawed at my thighs, choking, gagging, tears streaking her face. She tried to pull back—I didn’t let her.

“Take it,” I growled, thrusting deeper, shoving her nose to my pelvis. Her throat convulsed, spit dripping down her chin, her nails digging in harder as she fought for air. I held her there, relishing the way she struggled, the pathetic whimpers muffled around my length. Only when I felt her body start to give did I let her go. She gasped, drool trailing from her lips as she stared up at me, eyes glassy, ruined.

“Get on the fucking bed,” I snapped, shoving her onto the mattress.

She scrambled up, ass high, spreading herself for me like a desperate little whore. I didn’t bother teasing—just grabbed a condom, rolling it on with shaking fingers before slamming inside her without warning. She screamed, body arching, fingers clutching the sheets, and fuck, it was tight. Searing. Perfect.

I set a brutal pace, hips snapping, cock spearing into her dripping cunt with wet, obscene sounds. “You like that?” I growled, grabbing her by the throat, pulling her back against me, forcing her to take every inch. She whimpered, nodding frantically, and I chuckled darkly. “Of course you do. Fucking slut.”

Her moans turned desperate, broken cries filling the room as I used her, shoving my dick as far as it would go and leaving bruises.

I slapped her ass, hard enough to leave prints, then wrapped her ponytail around my fist, yanking her head back as I fucked her deeper. “Fucking take it,” I spat, slamming into her with every filthy thrust.

Her walls clenched, her body seizing, and I knew she was close. Knew she was about to fall apart. “Not yet,” I growled, pulling out, making her sob because ofthe loss. I flipped her over, pinning her down, spreading her legs wide before rammingback inside. She shrieked, nails raking my back, legs wrapping around me as she came hard, body spasming beneath me.

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