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She whimpered against each clenched and slow pump of my hard cock, and every rough brush over her clit. “I thought you liked it hard and fast,” she said.

“Only when I’m masturbating. But with you, Darling, I would love to fuck you deep, deliberately, so I can feel every inch of how desperate your pussy is for me.”

Her hands held onto my wrist, clawing at me again. As blood came to the surface, I chuckled. Lina’s dark eyes twinkled as she smirked back. Her fingertips slithered up my forearm.

“Easy, Miss Lee. This is all hypothetical for now,” I said. “Your inexperienced cunt isn’t ready for this cock yet, and you know that.” Her clit throbbed at my statement as a moan spilled out of her lips. “Use your pretty voice. I can’t hear you.”

She swallowed down a building whine and answered me with a soft, “Yes, sir.”

I laughed as I pumped my cock in one slow motion. I did the same to soothe her sweet, little clit between my fingers. She shuddered, and her hips bucked.

“Say it again.” My tone was controlled and harsh.

“Yes, sir,” she said, firmer this time.

I hummed, dipping my index and middle finger back into those tight, soft, and deliciously wet walls. “Now, that’s my Lina.”

CHAPTER 27

Lina

I tried to center myself, but I couldn’t concentrate on what was in front of me. With an unsteady breath, I grabbed my glass of water and drank it. No alcohol was consumed last night, but my head felt hazy, trying to grasp what was happening in the world outside of my mind. Or, more specifically, outside my memories of Jonathan. My face flushed at the thought of him, his lips, and his veiny hands.

“Are you even listening to me, Lina?” asked Mary.

I looked at her, blinking. “No.” There was no point in lying to her.

She let out an exasperated sigh as she glanced at the nasty purple mark and the bite marks at the base of my neck. Heat seared down to my chest, but I didn’t bother shying away from it like I usually did.

“As I was saying, you can tell me about the man who gave you all that next time, when you’re ready,” she said, hands gesturing over my neck. “Just let me know you’re with a guy next time, okay?”

“I’m sorry about last night,” I blurted. “A lot of things happened all at once and I . . . got distracted.”

“We can see that,” Eric stated lightheartedly.

I bit back a laugh as Mary glanced at the stamp Jonathan’s lips left across my skin again. She almost looked impressed, although irritation still clung to the edges of her smile. Meanwhile, Eric shook his head in mild amusement, with embarrassment blooming on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Mary, Eric,” I said, glancing between the two of them. “I’ll be honest next time.”

They came knocking first thing this morning to make sure I hadn’t disappeared with some random man. Mary was so concerned that she was ready to break down my door if I didn’t open within three knocks. I didn’t have the chance to text her when I got home last night since I was distracted . . . by Jonathan.

My best friend went silent for a moment, eyes darting all over my face with her mouth tightening into a purse. I waited for her to say how disappointed she was with me, but then her iconic, piercing laugh rang through my apartment. Her smile stretched from one ear to the other, her face full of light and amusement.

“Looks like you had quite a bit of fun last night.” She raised a brow at me.

Despite the smile curling the corners of my lips, my skin burned hotter at her comment. “Y-yeah.”

Her eyes widened at my stutter as she excitedly looked at Eric. They both laughed, making me shuffle on my feet under their attention. “Is he cute?” she asked, giddy.

“Of course,” I mumbled.

“Can we get a name, at least?” Mary’s eyes glittered.

“No,” I quipped as a knock on the door grabbed our attention.

I wobbled to the door with her and Eric following behind me. He chuckled out loud. “Come on, Lina. At least give us the first initial of his⁠—”

I didn’t even think of checking the peephole before opening it. The three of us came to a standstill, staring wide-eyed at the person on my doorstep. Standing there was Jonathan, wearing a simple gray hoodie, a white tee, and sweatpants. The coffee carrier and brown paper bag he was balancing in one hand, and the lush bouquet of flowers he carried in the other, were telling. However, neither Mary nor Eric were looking at those minor details.