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“I'll get on my knees. I'll suck your cock. I'll?—“

“Do you even know how to suck dick?”

I shook my head, “You could teach me how.”

“Oh, I’ll teach you, baby girl.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll want it so bad, you’ll tremble as you grip my shaft. Every lick of your tongue will be an offering to my pleasure. You'll take all of me in that mouth and down your throat. Until each and every inch is permanently imprinted in your mind.”

He palmed my breast roughly, possessively biting sharply on the shell of my ear.

“And then, because I won’t be able to hold back, I will fuck your throat. You’ll suffocate on it because it’s too damn thick. Wet tears mingling with your mascara. Black streaks down your face in a beautiful homage to me. Helpless to me. Because I’ll take what I want from you, and your moans and pleas will only fuel my rage. Then,” he growled in my ear, “when you can’t take any more, your brains scrambled and your juices are running down your thighs, I’ll stuff you full of my cum until your stomach bloats. You’ll whine and beg for more, licking every drop as you clean up the mess like a fucking good girl."

Fuuuuckkk.

“Yes,” I begged, “I want that. Please fuck me.”

“I said your belly, not your pussy.”

“But,” I stuttered, “why? I want you to fuck me.”

“I will never fuck you,” he growled. “But trust me, little bunny, I will take every other inch of your body. Every spot marked and claimed. But only when you learn to trust me.”

“And what about you? Do you ever trust anyone?”

“I trusted someone once. Recently. And she went through my office like a thief in the night, looking for my secrets.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” he growled, then pulled his fingers from me, snapping my panties against my ass. “Now, take off that dress.”

“Ugh!” I cried out, “Such a jerk.”

“I’m so much worse, Summer. Don’t you dare forget that. Now, it's time to go. He'll be waiting for us.”

“Who?” I pulled back, inhaling deep breaths. Fixing my dress. Gathering strength to stand on my own two feet because fuck me, I was a puddle on the floor.

“I took care of things while you were napping. Sent someone to watch and protect Callie, without her knowing, of course. Then I texted my lawyer. He's going to find out who threatened to sue for custody of Callie.”

“Already?”

He pulled on my hand, leading me towards the door. “He gets paid to work quickly.”

“Oh,” I looked down at my dress as we began to leave, feeling a little triumphant that I hadn't changed.

“Oh, and don't look so satisfied, little bunny," he said, reading my mind, "I've decided I want him very much to see you, just as you are."

He looked too satisfied, too smug, so I looked at my dress again, a red blush filling my cheeks as I realized that I had a wet spot, right between my legs.

Fuck me.

CHAPTER 33

Summer

A big fat rain drop hit my face, and I grinned, looking up at the grey sky.

I’d always loved the rain. In fact, it was something I'd always remembered loving.

It probably had to do with the fact that my mom and I used to dance in it when I was a kid. We'd rush out as soon as it would hit, holding hands and laughing, no matter how we were dressed. Jumping in puddles and swinging our hips to the side, our faces raised to the sky, tongues out to catch the cool liquid.

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