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“Shit.” Theodore’s voice was little more than a mumble against my hair. “Don’t move.”
I swallowed. “Wh—why?”
“Because I have two heads, and right now, I’m trying to make sure I think with the right one. If you move, I can’t promise anything.”
“I think it’s a bit late for that,” I muttered.
He froze. “You’re right. Fuck it. Can you walk?”
“I had an orgasm, not an amputation. I can walk just fine.”
“For now.” He released me and grabbed my wrist, yanking me after him. I stumbled with the sudden movement, but quickly regained my footing and allowed myself to be dragged through the cottage to the stairs.
Despite my proclamation, my legs were indeed a little unstable, and I almost tripped over my own feet on the way up the stairs.
“What are you—”
Theodore stopped right outside his bedroom door and pulled me against him, snaking one arm around me and tightly clamping my body to his. “Per our agreement, I’m giving you permission to enter my bedroom on the grounds of an emergency.”
An emergency? Was he high?
“What kind of emergency could you possibly have right now?” I asked.
He shoved open the door and dragged me inside, sweeping me across the room until we reached his bed. He released me, and the sudden motion sent me off balance. I fell back on the edge of his bed with a little, “Oomph!” and he leant over me, placing his hands either side of my hips on the bed.
He brushed his lips across my jaw. “What kind of emergency could I have right now?” he breathed into my ear. “That’s simple, Chloe. It’s the kind of emergency where I might die if I can’t fuck you right now.”
His low, breathy words danced across my skin, and the goosebumps that prickled to life almost felt as though they were lacing my body with a deep desire that I was powerless to shake off.
Theodore dropped his head to my shoulder and turned his face into my neck. His breathing was shallow but tight, almost as if he was controlling every single exhale. “Can I?”
I swallowed. “Can you what?”
“Fuck you, Chloe. I want to fuck you.”
A shiver ran down my spine, making my whole body tremble in response to his frank words.
“I want to flip you over and fuck you until you beg me to stop. I want to hold your thighs open and bury myself inside you until you forget your own name. I want to pull your hair and bite your neck until you cry for me.” He grazed his teeth over my neck as if to make his point. “But only if you say yes. Like I said earlier, tell me no, and I’ll stop. Tell me yes, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you.”
Shit.
Consent was sexy.
This man was sexy.
Him asking me formyconsent was the sexiest bloody thing I’d ever heard.
I lay back on the bed, grabbing the front of his t-shirt so he came down with me. “Yes,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his. “Fuck me, Theo. Make me beg.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – CHLOE
Make Me Beg
Theodore stared down at me, and his grey-blue eyes darkened to the point a shiver went down my spine. It was almost as if the look in his eye were a warning; one that simultaneously scared and aroused me.
It didn’t matter.
We’d already crossed the line. We’d gone beyond the point of no return in the kitchen, and if he was willing and able to scratch the itch that’d been nibbling away at me since yesterday, then I had no reason to reject it.
