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“Thirty seconds?”
Khaos waves me off. “I was making a point.”
“Now you have another one to make.”
“What’s that?”
“That you can last longer than thirty seconds.”
He drops his gaze down my body, taking in every inch of skin that isn’t covered by the bikini.
“You might have to give me several tries to make that point.”
I tell myself my belly quivering is from the orgasm I just got, not all the promised ones in my immediate future.
“I’m still not yours.”
When Khaos doesn’t respond, I assume the conversation is over. But just as I turn for the stairs, he says, “Your pussy is.”
I spin back around.
“Uh, no—”
His dark chuckle cuts me off as he approaches.
“I’ll get on my knees for you, hold your hair back, hand-feed you all day long, but if you so much as let another man near your pussy…” At his full height, directly in front of me, he stares down his nose at me and says, “I’ll rip his heart out with my bare hands.”
Crossing my arms, I fucking dare Kota to argue.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she blindsides me with, “Now I’m never having sex with you.”
I snort. “Because I won’t call you my girlfriend?”
She makes a similar noise of disbelief. “I don’t have to be someone’s girlfriend to have sex with them.”
My right eyebrow lifts on its own.
“Okay, I only had sex with Guy—”
“Who was your boyfriend.”
Her eyes roll so quick I almost miss it.
“But now—”
“Now you’ll only have sex with me.”
“Who’s not my boyfriend.”
“Correct. Which you’re fine with…right? You just said you could have sex with someone that isn’t your boyfriend.”
“I can. I will.” Chin up, ass out, she struts away.
That chuckle from before resurfaces. This time, it does nothing to faze her.
I drop my arms.
