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I stroked her spot again and again with my fingers until she shattered—wet, wild, wrecked. She came so hard it soaked my hand, and she let loose a sound that made stars fall from the fucking sky.

When she sagged back against the cheap hotel comforter, boneless, I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her trembling thighs and heaving chest with hungry eyes. She had also soaked the covers. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my goddamn life.

And my cock was still rock hard.

“Round two, baby girl?” I asked in a low, filthy growl. “Or you need a minute before I break you all over again?”

CHAPTER 24

CAROLINE

No man had ever made me come like Knox did.

The egotistic Wolverines I’d fucked over the years only chased a good ass and a good fuck. They didn’t care about me, and I didn’t care about them.

But Knox cared. He made me care.

He made me come so hard I forgot where I was.

So hard that I barely heard him say, “Round two, baby girl?”

I barely had the strength to lift my head to see him standing at the end of the bed with his cock rock hard and waiting for my slick pussy.

I wanted it. Wanted him. So fucking bad.

I closed my legs.

His feral grin snapped into a deep frown.

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

Guilt. Regret. Grief.

I sat up and shoved at Knox’s chest with both hands, glaring up at him even though my vision blurred. “Get the fuck away. You should hate me.”

My voice cracked. I hated how weak I sounded.

“Hate me,” I snapped. “Gabriel’s dead because of me.”

Knox caught my wrists before I could scoot out of reach. I twisted, tried to rip free, kicking my feet.

He just stepped to the side and pulled me forward until he was standing between my knees. “Caroline.”

“Let me go.” I tried to yell, but it just came out as a whine. “Go away. It’s my fault. Hate me. Pity me.”

Unfazed by my halfhearted toddler tantrum, Knox snorted derisively. “You think I want to bury myself so deep inside you I forget my own fucking name because I feel sorry for you?”

I had to do everything to push him away. “You’ll regret this. You’ll hate me. Everyone does.”

His teeth clenched. “After everything I’ve done for you—for us—you think I’m capable of hating you?”

“Yes.”

As quickly as he was angry, Knox was exhausted. I squeezed my eyes shut when he rested his forehead to mine. “I’m not everyone, Caroline.”

“You should be.”

“Well, I’m not, whether you believe it or not.”

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