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She freezes.
But she doesn’t push me away.
And when I press a slow, open-mouthed kiss just beneath her ear, I feel it.
The melt.
The soft, involuntary yield of her body.
She leans into me, just barely. Just enough.
And I lose my damn mind.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” The words flow out of me in a whisper. “And tonight, for all the things you’ve said, I want topunish you. Fuck you like a ragdoll, fuck you until you learn to keep your little mouth shut.”
She sucks in a breath.
I trail my hand down her arm, slow, reverent. Her skin is warm and impossibly soft beneath my fingers.
Not bone.
Not sharp angles like the women who tried to buy my attention before.
Jennie is all curves and heat and sweetness.
“God,” I murmur against her throat. “You feel like heaven.”
She doesn’t respond.
But her eyes flutter closed when I kiss her collarbone. Her breath catches when my hand curves around her waist and pulls her just a little closer.
“I love your body,” I whisper. “Every inch of it. Do you know that?”
Still no response.
But she doesn’t pull away.
And I know—I’ve crossed a line. A dangerous one. The kind you can’t uncross.
But I can’t stop.
Not when she’s soft and trembling in my hands.
Not when she’s looking at me like that—like she doesn’t know if she wants to slap me or sink into me.
“Do you want to forget tonight,moya groza?” I close the space between us, still not touching her, but our faces are almost merging, and I can almost feel her lips.
“Hate me tomorrow, but tonight, let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
Before she can respond, I claim her lips with mine, swallowing her gasp. I half expect her to push me away, andI swear I’ll leave and finish myself off in the shower, but she doesn’t. She melts into me with a sigh.
Fucking hell. This girl will be the end of me.
I lower her onto the bed, my arousal cranking up to a hundred percent as I attack her with my lips. It’s like she’s injected into my veins, and I can’t stop—I don’t stop. She doesn’t stop me either.
When we finally pull away to suck in air, I wrap my hands around her neck, finding joy in how her eyes widened with fear and nerves.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I whisper into her face. “I’m going to fuck you until there’s no doubt who you belong to.” I push the gown up her legs and force my hands between the swirls of velvets, searching for her panties.
