Page 64 of Wicked

“I paid your reserve and then some to release you from it.”

“So you bought me?” Her eyes flash with rage. “I’m not a possession you can own.”

His jaw clenches. “I paid them off, that’s all.” He tilts his head. “Don’t tell me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Alex Vishekov?” There’s a flash of jealousy in his eyes.

I shrug. “I should have. He’s my age, handsome, charming—”

Remy’s growl cuts me off. “Careful, Ella. I don’t want you thinking of any man other than me. Do you understand?”

I smirk at his possessiveness, nodding. “What happens now?”

Remy’s brow furrows. “What do you want to happen?”

It’s complicated. While I want this man more than anything, I can’t see how we have a future.

He’s my stepdad. His family won’t accept it. I’d hate to think about what Mia would say if I ended up with her dad.Fuck.

I’d be her stepmom, and that would be weird.

And yet the answer is that I want him to take me into that bedroom and fuck me.

“I don’t know.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t lie to me. You know what you want.”

“And what do you want?” I ask.

We stare at each other for an eternity until Remy finally breaks the silence. “I want to fuck you.”

I stand and walk over to him, touching his shoulder. “I want you to fuck me, too,” I breathe.

An animal like growl tears from his lips. “Ella…”

“Yes, Daddy?” I ask.

I see his control snap as he grabs my hips and forces me to straddle him. His eyes darken, and he yanks a fistful of my hair, pulling my lips to his. We kiss as if it’s our only way to survive. His hands grip me tight as our tongues fight for dominance.

“I don’t just want you. I need you,” he continues, peppering kisses across my neck and shoulders. “I need to hear you moan for me. I need to feel your virgin pussy wrapped around my cock. I need everything.”

I claw at his hair. “I need it all, too.”

The moment is electric, and I feel alive like never before. He stands and lifts me, carrying me down the corridor toward the bedroom. My heart is pounding erratically in my chest.

He drops me onto the bed and climbs between my thighs. His eyes look almost black as he stares down at me. “You’ve still got a chance to stop this, baby.” His fingers move to my hard nipples, and he squeezes. “I’m not a gentle man. I’ll devour you. I’ll tear you apart.”

I shudder as my pussy gets so wet my inner thighs are soaked. “Good,” I reply.

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” He searches my eyes. “I won’t let you go.”

I hold his gaze as I understand the implications of us crossing the line.

“Remy shut up.”

His eyes flash with rage, and I know it’s not a good idea to push him.

“And fuck me.”

He growls and shifts his weight so that I’m immobilized beneath him. “No one speaks to me like that.”

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