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And he kissed really, really fucking well. His lips pressed into mine as his fingers gripped the hair at the back of my head, not letting me go and forcing me to take every last second of that kiss, whether I liked it or not.

The problem was that I did like it.

I didn’t want to like it.

But I did.

Our mouths moved with hunger, each of our tongues dueling for control. His fingers tangled in my hair, and his nails traced fiery paths of pain across my scalp. Then his teeth nipped my lower lip, biting me harshly enough to make me yelp out loud, and he swallowed the sound with another punishing kiss that left my jaw aching and my lips sore.

I didn’t back down and just take it. I kissed him back, but as defiantly as I could. I bit down on his lip just as he had mine, and then he roughly pushed me down to my knees.

His hold on my hair tightened as he twisted my head to the side and pressed my cheek directly against his cock.

Oh my God.

He was hard. Like really fucking hard.

I swallowed with my own nervous arousal. A part of me liked that I’d made him that way, and another part of me was deeply ashamed, but also angry and defiant at the exact same time. I seethed down on the floor.

“I’m not going to fight with you, Maci. You’re going to stay here with me, and that’s just how it’s going to be,” he scolded huskily, his intentions dark from the tone of his voice.

I gazed up at him, meeting his eyes. His pupils were so blown out that his eyes were practically black, and I narrowed mine right back in his direction. In that moment, we teetered on the precipice of something perilous, where fury, desire, and an unsettlingly heated intent danced together, threatening to unravel the fragile boundaries that were keeping us apart.

Then I pushed it over the edge.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

His cock throbbed against my cheek.

His stormy gray eyes darkened further, and his jawline tightened. His lips formed a thin determined line as his brow furrowed with anger, frustration, and something else that lit my own body on fire.

It doesn’t make sense.

I shouldn’t want this man, but I’d imagined a moment like this many times in the past, safe in the confines of my own bed late at night all alone.

But this is real…

I couldn’t deny the heat simmering beneath my skin or the way my abs kept tensing with need, nor could I ignore the way his erection was pulsing with desire right against the side of my face.

My nipples pebbled inside my bra.

“Now, let me tell you how this is going to go,” he growled, and I resisted just a little bit, but he pulled my hair more firmly, holding me in place despite my efforts as I cried out.

It hurt, but a part of me liked that it did.

“You can take my cock in your mouth, or you can take it down your throat. Make your choice,” he continued, and I stiffened in his grasp immediately.

The absolute fucking nerve.

I’d never sucked a man’s cock before. Sure, I’d seen one or two in a porn on occasion, so I at least knew the basics, but nothing in real life.

Fuck.

I opened my mouth to tell him off and cover up the fact that his threat was just a little bit intriguing, but he cut me off before I could say anything back.

“Think carefully before you answer, Maci-girl. I’m not going to give you a second chance,” he declared firmly, and the heat in my body swirled inside of me like a bomb just moments away from exploding.

The use of my childhood nickname seemed even more shameful now that it was intertwined with whether or not I was about to take his cock in my mouth.

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