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“Good girl. Feel free to scream.”

“I hate you.” I whisper, face aflame.

“I know.” He opens the flap of the robe, exposing my pert breasts, with nipples hard and straining, but he doesn’t touch them. Instead his hand trails down my abdomen until his thick fingers slide into my slick folds. I grit my teeth against the sensation but a moan escapes me.

He rubs on my swollen clit and my vision goes dark as my head falls back on his shoulder, unable to resist burying my face in the warm scented skin of his neck. He doesn’t let me. Instead, he moves his neck away the moment I try to push my face toward him. Still chasing that contact with him, my hands start to lift. They’re about to curl around his nape when I hear his gruff voice again.

“Give me your hands.”

Without thinking I hold out both my arms. He grabs my wrists and holds them together in one of his, trapping them against my belly. Then his other hand leaves my pussy, only to return in a sharp stinging slap.

“Ryan!” I cry out in shock and pleasure.

He doesn’t respond. He just holds me firmly against me and does it again. And again. Until my knee threatens to buckle under me and I’m twitching like mad.

I think by the tenth slap I feel my own wetness on his palm and the sound it makes as it connects against me drives me mad with lust.

“Please…” the word leaves me before I realize it.

He pauses, waiting for me to say more.

“I want… make me...” But he knows what I want because his fingers return to my swollen, sensitive clit. I gasp, and beyond shame now, my hips move against him in a mindless need to come.

Two fingers slide deep inside me and pump while his palm still strokes my clit. In less than a minute, my body tenses, and my eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to—”

He removes his fingers from me and delivers a final spank right on my clit. I scream as lust explodes in my pelvis. I come hard, trembling and moaning. Right in the middle of my orgasm, he suddenly lets me go. Without his arm holding me up my knees slowly buckle to the floor.

Still eerily silent, Ryan steps around me, then cradles my head against his crotch almost lovingly.

The smell of his skin hits me hard and I take lungfuls of it, wanting more. Without thinking, my shaking hands go to fumble at his belt, but he holds them still.

I look up at him but Ryan looks away in that moment. Still, without speaking, he slowly unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper.

I don’t care that this is a different Ryan from the smirking, boisterous guy I like to rile up. He’s cold and detached. But then I stop thinking altogether because his cock springs out huge, hard and uncut.

I gasp, loving his size and feel. I wrap my fingers around his girth and stroke until I feel his hand tighten in my hair. Taking it as a cue, I open my mouth to lick his engorged crown when a loud ringtone pierces the silence.

And instantly, the sensual fog in my brain evaporates in a mocking hiss.

What the fuck am I doing kneeling before this jackass and fawning over his cock? I jerk back in alarm, almost falling back on my ass but he catches me.

“Easy darling.”

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I scramble to my feet. The loud ringing continues. It’s not my phone so it must be his, but he doesn’t make a move to pick it up. Instead, he comes toward me.

“Stella.”

“Stay the hell away from me Ryan!” I pull the flaps of my robe together and tie my belt with a forceful yank. Breathing hard, I rush to my room, desperate to put a wall between us. I shut the door behind me and lean against it, drawing in huge breaths.

What the fuck just happened here? I let Ryan spank me, came all over his hand, and all but begged to suck his cock just now. Why would I let him do that to me?

Because a part of me that I could no longer deny always wanted to.

As the shock of what just happened recedes, I realize my phone, too, is ringing. I lean over the bed to grab the phone from where I tossed it earlier.

It’s Xavier.

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