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His cock reaches places deep inside me that ache with every thrust. One hand remains firmly across my mouth, and his other arm flexes beneath my ass as he carries my entire weight without any sign of strain.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and try to meet him thrust for thrust, but his grip keeps me exactly where he wants me.

“You have to be quiet,” he tells me against my ear, the controlled command making my walls clench around him before I can stop them.

His breath catches at my reaction.

I want to promise I’ll behave, but his palm keeps the words trapped in my mouth along with the salt and metal taste of his skin, and then he starts fucking me with all the hunger we’ve spent years denying.

His cock fills every inch of me, each drag raw enough to keep my thoughts from forming properly. The wall thuds behind me with every snap of his hips.

A desperate whine presses against his hand as my pussy clamps around him, and I feel his cock twitch inside me in response.

My skirt has ended up bunched around my waist, my shirt is twisted, and my bra hangs uselessly beneath it. The wet sounds between us become impossible to ignore when he drives deeper.

Bane adjusts his hold and pins my thigh higher around his ribs, opening me farther, and the change in angle sends pleasure tearing through me hard enough to blur my vision.

I grind down against him, frantic for pressure against my clit, and he understands exactly what I’m trying to do.

His fingers leave my mouth and move between my legs, finding the seam of my lips before circling my clit with the same ruthless concentration he brings to everything else.

I’m slick enough to make a mess across his hand, and when two of his fingers work tight, relentless circles against me, whatever control I’ve been clinging to disappears.

My orgasm hits hard enough that my vision tunnels as every muscle in my body bows and trembles. I can’t make a sound even with his hand gone because my pussy is spasming around his cock so tightly that Bane hisses through his teeth and thrusts brutally deep, chasing his own release.

He keeps fucking me through the aftershocks with one hand braced beneath my ass, holding me securely against him until his control finally breaks.

His growl disappears against my neck when he comes, his cock jerking inside me and filling me with heat, his body tightening around mine. Even then, he keeps moving with small thrusts as though stopping is beyond him, and I cling to his shoulders while the last waves roll through me.

By the time his movements finally ease, I’m shaking against him, half laughing and dangerously close to sobbing because everything about this has been so hard and so overwhelmingly good that I don’t know what else my body is supposed to do with it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Bane

AUGUST 12TH

Emma shifts against me when my phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I reach across her to silence it before the sound wakes her properly.

Her hand tightens against my chest anyway.

“You’re awake,” she murmurs.

“So are you.”

“That’s because somebody keeps attacking his phone before breakfast.”

I set it facedown and return my arm around her waist. “Problem solved.”

Emma opens her eyes and studies me from where her cheek rests against my shoulder. Her hair is everywhere, one bare leg hooked over mine beneath the sheet, and she looks considerably more comfortable in my bed than she did when we came through the penthouse door last night.

Emma traces a fingertip across my chest, following a path she’s made often enough this morning that I’m beginning to suspect she knows I’m awake.

After everything I told her last night, I expected the hours afterward to feel different somehow, but she kissed me against the front door, came to bed with me, and now she’s stretched across my body as though knowing about Celeste, Spencer, and the reason I walked away from that life hasn’t changed where she wants to be.

“You’re doing it again.”

I catch her hand before her finger reaches my ribs. “Doing what?”