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“I can’t have you both?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t know. I really don’t fucking know. But, for me? If that makes her smile and keeps her in my life, then yes. A thousand times yes.
Because her picking between one of us is doing more harm than good.
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His lips hover over mine, and that war in his eyes, between wanting to be good and wanting to ruin everything, pulls me under harder than any kiss ever could.
“Maybe, you need to be a good girl and show me why you deserve both…”
“Well, what if I don’t want to be good for you?” I whisper, my breath shaky.
He doesn’t answer. His jaw flexes instead, his hand still around my throat, holding me in that perfect edge of restraint.
I grab his wrist, squeeze, and push back—not to break free, but to test him.
“You’re not the only one who likes control, Rowan.”
Something dark flashes across his face. He leans in, close enough that I feel his breath against my lips.
“Sweetness, if you wanted to play, all you had to do was say so.”
“Play?” I drag my nails down his chest. “Who said I wanted to play? I’m here to win.”
He chuckles before pushing me harder against the counter. His palm slides up my thigh, grip rough enough to steal my breath. “Then show me what winning looks like.”
My pulse hammers. I yank him closer, our mouths crashing together in something messy, greedy, desperate. His tongue slides against mine, and it’s a battle, neither of us surrendering, both of us tasting defiance and need.
He pulls back just long enough to murmur, “Still want control?”
I tighten my grip on his collar and shove him back until his spine hits the opposite counter. His laughter is a growl in my ear.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, “that’s cute.”
“Not cute,” I whisper, dragging my fingers down his throat, pressing just enough to make his breath hitch. “Effective.”
He tilts his head, amusement sparking in his eyes. “You’re dangerous when you forget to be sweet.”
I grin. “You make me forget a lot of things.”
I sink to my knees, fingers tracing the waistband of his pants.
“Such a good boy for me, rockstar. That perfect cock already hard and ready for me.”
He lets out a low, ragged sound, but before I can move further, his hand tangles in my hair and pulls me back up, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“Not like that,” he says, voice rough. “If we do this, you’re looking at me.”
“So bossy,” I tease.
He smirks. “So obedient.”
I roll my eyes, laughing, and it breaks the tension for a heartbeat. I pull down his pants and drop to my knees, running my tongue along his piercings.
He pulls my hair at the root harder.
