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I drive the point home entirely too well when I follow my blatantly provocative statement with a wink. A fucking wink. I’d be shocked if I wasn’t so damn angry.

Sensing his demeanour change rather than seeing, I realise I’ve pushed him too far. I spin on my heel, finding that I’m closer to the exit than I had thought.

As I close my hand around the handle, he roughly grabs my shoulder, yanking me around to stare down at me through eyes spitting green and gold flames.

He slams both of his palms against the door on either side of my head hard and loud, effectively caging me in.

I swallow roughly when my heart stutters and stalls for a beat, my senses kicking into overdrive under the sheer power this man exudes.

“I was trying so very hard to be nice, but you had to go and poke the beast.”

He bends his knees until his eyes are level with mine, the tips of our noses barely touching as his hot breath skates across my panting mouth.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done, Peach.”

My heart is racing behind my breastbone when his eyes drop to my parted lips, my mouth suddenly drier than the Sahara as I run my tongue over each one.

Without shifting his attention from my actions, he hisses, “I don’t give a fuck who’s been inside your sweet cunt before me. My brother or any other small-dicked wanker you’ve allowed to scratch those fucking itches, but I can guarantee you, Peaches, no one else will be enough after I’ve spent myself in every hole of your body.”

My nostrils flare at his crude words while my pussy weeps unbidden into my satin and lace panties and damn it all to hell because I want this man more than I’ve wanted anything in my whole entire life.

And so, putting my head in the sand like the good little ostrich I so clearly am, I let my body take control.

Leaning in, Henry moves closer and closer until our lips are brushing and the butterflies in my stomach turn to fireworks exploding, shooting undulating waves of desire right to my throbbing clit.

Praying to a god I stopped believing in years ago, I need him to touch me before I spontaneously combust.

Running a thumb across my quivering bottom lip before dipping it inside, I don’t think before drawing it further into my mouth, sucking hard as Henry growls deep in his chest.

“In fact, I think I’ll fuck this perfectly pouty hole right now.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Henry

The way her blue eyes fill up with a heady mixture of innocence, anticipation, and outright desire makes my rock-hard dick grow impossibly larger, throbbing in my suddenly too tight pants.

My voice is guttural, and I can barely choke the words out, desperate to see how far she’ll let me take this.

“On your fucking knees, Peaches.”

Dropping my arms from where they’ve been braced against the door on either side of her guileless face, I take the smallest step back to allow her room to do as I’ve demanded.

My eyes make a slow descent down her delectable body, highlighted today to perfection by a tight jumpsuit I’ve seen on her before. As my gaze reaches her pussy, a knowing smirk stretches across my lips when I catch her rubbing her thighs together, desperately seeking friction.

Our eyes meet as she realises, I’ve seen her movements, and her chin lifts in the most delightful show of defiance.

My hand shoots out as she speaks, grasping her throat. Not tightly, but firmly enough that she doesn’t say a word, popping a haughty brow instead.

And fuck me, if her additional small act of dissent doesn’t make my balls draw up almost painfully.

Narrowing my eyes while slightly increasing the pressure around her throat, I growl, “Don’t make me say it again.”

I release her neck as she holds my eyes for several long moments before she slowly lowers herself to her knees, never breaking eye contact, arching a perfect brow as though calling my bluff.

Fuck me. There’s no way she’s going to suck it.

Once her face is right in front of my barely restrained cock, she leans forward to rub her cheek against the obvious bulge in my suit pants, eyes closed as though in worship, before sitting back on her heels and reaching her hands up to undo my belt. The button and zip soon follow, and she grabs hold of my pants and jocks to pull them down simultaneously, freeing my weeping cock.