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I want that part of her.

I want to possess it.

I need every damn part of her to be mine and I won't stop until I have them all.

I look down at her, I ignore the way my cock twitches from the proximity on her hips, I ignore the way I want to bury myself deep inside her and make her scratch me.

“Okay.”

My gaze drops to her lips before snapping back to her eyes.

I can see the faint blush rising on her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.

“What is it?” I lean closer. “Is it the proximity? Or is it just me?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she retorts. “Back off. My spine's bent the wrong way.”

“Would you rather have it the other way?” I murmur against her ear. “Because all you have to do... is beg.”

CHAPTER 47

Riven

I Wanna Be Your Slave – Maneskin

His body is so damn close to mine, I can feel his heat seeping through his clothes, his blazing, glowing eyes fixed on me.

I can feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against my hips.

And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't affecting me too.

“It-It's...” I stutter.

Why the fuck am I stuttering?

Is my brain genuinely against me this one fucking time?

The one time I actually have to decide whether to listen to my body... or reject him again.

At first, I stole his shipment because I needed to make him come to me.

I got knocked out, I wanted his help with Kyle.

He might have information since he is a gang leader and I'm sure as hell not asking Renji.

And technically, he did come to me—just not the way I imagined.

“Beg for it, Riven,” Evren whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “If you take too long, I'll take you anyway.”

That's fucked up but it's hot.

Okay, I definitely need a therapist.

Like, 'Why do I hate him so much but still want him all over the tattoo studio that I own? Am I completely depraved?'

He'd probably say, 'Yeah... I think you need to be admitted to the psych ward.'

Gods...