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Soaking his length.

Haven found herself a little too enthralled by watching the sight of him fucking her, even when his hand curved around her throat, and squeezed. All she wanted to do was watch him fuck her so good.

Every thrust of his body against hers sent her into the door—her back hurt from the force, but damn, she didn’t even mind.

“Look at me and come,” she heard him say.

Haven was still watching their bodies meet.

“Look at me,” he growled, tipping her head back. There were those green eyes again, although a little deeper in color now, and swimming with the need for her. “Look at me, and come.”

She did like to give him what he wanted. Even when it hurt her inside.

At least, that was one thing about sex with Andino—a good thing. He didn’t hurt her like this; not unless she asked him to, anyway.

• • •

“Are you still pissed at me because of the other day?”

Haven tried to ignore Andino, but it was damn hard when his lips were grazing the back of her neck while she tried to make coffee in his kitchen. She could smell that woodsy cologne he liked so much surrounding her, and soaking into her lungs with every breath. All it took was the stroke of his fingertips moving her hair to the side, so he could kiss that spot behind the back of her ear, and she bet her fucking panties were ruined.

Because yes, she was still pissed at him.

She was also incredibly turned on by him.

“That was a shitty thing to do to me,” she said.

Andino sighed—the pulse of his warm breath washed over the back of her neck, and reminded her of what it felt like to have his mouth doing that very thing to her pussy. Jesus Christ, get a grip, Haven.

“I told you—I didn’t have a choice, and I have to handle one thing at a time.”

“So, I come last.”

“Haven—”

“Which means, you hide me from your family because I am your dirty little secret that no one can find out about. Totally okay for you to be fucking whenever you feel the need, but not at all good enough for you to be seen in public with me.”

“Goddammit, that is not what I said.”

Haven shrugged, still refusing to turn around. “That’s how it felt.”

“First of all, the restaurant thing was three days ago, donna,” Andino grumbled even as he moved away from her slightly. “Can’t you let it go?”

“Not yet.”

“Of course.”

Haven shook her head. “You don’t get it, Andino.”

She didn’t even realize what had happened before she was spun around fast to face him. His hand locked around her wrist, and he moved in close so that the only thing she was looking at was him. She fucking hoped to God that he could see the fire blazing back in her eyes.

If he thought he was getting laid tonight, he was wrong.

Frankly, Haven didn’t even fucking know why she had come here today. Things were still tense after his little trick at the restaurant, and she should have just taken some time to settle her feelings about it all.

That would have been best.

Instead, when he called, she went.