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Then, the bastard blows a raspberry.

“Argh!” I scream with laughter. “I’m sorry! I’ll never call you Kas-hole again!”

But, as soon as I say the name, the raspberry assault gets worse.

“Stop! I’ll pee myself!” I laugh, tears in my eyes.

I’m wriggling, trying to get free, but he’s so bloody strong.

“Okay!” I gasp. “I yield! I’ll never say the K-hole word again, I swear!”

He stops and lifts his head. “You yield?”

Something dark and dirty flashes in his eyes, making my belly flip. And that’s when I feel something long and hard pressing up against my leg.

He’s hard for me again.

“I yield,” I whisper breathily.

“So, that means you’re mine to do what I want with.”

I hold his eyes. Biting my lip, I nod my head.

He grazes his teeth over his lower lip. I shift restlessly.

“What do you want to do with me?” I ask on a hot whisper.

He moves lower, keeping my hands pinned by my sides, and he doesn’t answer with words. He answers by means of his tongue, pressing it against me, making me cry out in pleasure.

Thirty-Three

I can hear buzzing. For a moment, I think I’m back in prison, hearing the morning buzz that came right before my cell door would open, giving me that momentary freedom. The buzzing stops, but the click never comes.

And then I register the warm, hard body pressed against my back.

Kas.

Memories of last night flood my mind.

We had sex. Lots of sex. Insatiable, crazy, hot sex until we passed out in each other’s arms.

And, now, I’m here with his chest pressed up against my back. His legs tangled with mine. His arm slung around my waist. His hand possessively pressed against my stomach.

A smile lifts my lips. Happiness that I never thought I would ever feel spreads through me.

Then, I hear the buzzing again.

What is that?

Reluctantly, I move, turning in Kas’s arms, rousing him slightly. He lets out a sleepy groan as he rolls onto his back, pulling his arm from me.

I see his phone flashing and vibrating on the nightstand. I peer over a little further to see who’s calling. The display reads, Gate.

Gate?

It takes me a good few seconds to realize that it’s not someone called Gate, but that it’s actually someone buzzing at the main gates of the house.

Duh.