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sounding turned on and pissed off. “Open your fucking eyes,” he demands.

His voice is a distant echo in my lust-riddled mind, but I hear him, and it calls me back. And because I’m all out of challenge when it comes to my body and Smoke’s control over it.

I do as I’m told and open my fucking eyes.

Smoke holds my face, dropping his forehead to mine. He keeps his eyes on mine. His thrusts become wild. We breathe each other’s air as Smoke’s hips pound against mine over and over again.

It’s rough and hard and everything I never knew I wanted it to be.

“Frankie. Oh Fuck. Frankie!” Smoke cries out. His muscles tensing, his cock twitching before releasing everything he has inside me. Warm spurts fill me, coating my insides, dripping out onto my thighs.

I’m still convulsing around him, tightening my internal grip like a vise until he sags against me. We’re both panting for air. Smoke wraps an arm around me as he catches his breath.

My brain is muddled. I’m high on lust and Smoke.

“You were right,” I say, unspilled tears in my eyes. I stare up at the ceiling.

Smoke answers wordlessly by gripping me tighter.

I lower my voice to a whisper. “You broke me.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

I wake up alone.Immediately, I feel three things.

Rejection, dread, and an aching soreness between my legs.

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