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“Please, Tor. I want—”

She barely gets the words from her mouth, before my hand snaps out and around her neck. My body feels on the verge of shaking uncontrollably. I should’ve fucking gone home. I should’ve jacked off last night. I should’ve done something so that I don’t feel so goddamn feral for her right now.

I’m too close to losing myself entirely, and I don’t know what the other side of that might look like this time.

She’s still LaBlanc’s daughter. Nothing has changed. Remember that.

I lower my gaze over her body, both hating and loving how small she looks half beneath me, the clash of the black ink twisting across my hand against her pale, unmarred neck.

My hand not against her throat follows the line of her body toward her creamy thighs, barely noticing the difference in the feel of silk fabric and satin skin. I don’t bother taking any of it off, only inching my way up just so lightly, teasing as I press my knuckles against the triangle of flimsy fabric covering her pussy.

I can’t see, but I don’t need to. I know Lily’s body better than my own. Which means I know exactly where to press.

She cries out, her body spasming in my hold, so I tighten my grip and flick my eyes back up to hers.

“Stop fussing,” I say. “Or I won’t touch you.”

“You’re being mean,” she barely manages to gasp out.

I pull my hand away from her cunt entirely, before pressing it next to her head and leaning into her left side.

“You like me mean, right, Lil?” I whisper, nudging my nose against her jaw and inhaling her soft, expensive scent. “You like when I treat you a little roughly. No one else does, hmm? And it makes your little cunt so fucking wet.”

Another whimper pulls from her throat as she shakes her head, a pitiful denial of what we both know is true.

“No?” I ask. “You’re not wet, Lil?”

Another shake of her head.

“And if I check?” It doesn’t pull another reaction, so I chuckle heavily against her ear, giving her body some more of my weight for a moment, keeping my hand around her neck. “If I fucking check and you’re as soaked as I’m sure you are, I’m not going to help you come.”

Her mouth opens as I pull back, but whatever argument or plea she was about to unleash dies on her tongue as I press my fingers under the fabric of her panties and into her tight, wet pussy.

“Filthy little liar.” My laugh turns into a groan as I feel her clench around my singular finger. “So goddamn wet for me.”

She starts to clench, her body pressing closer to me, hips lifting.

I release her neck and press down on her low stomach with a growled-out warning of, “Are you going to come? Just from that?”

She whines higher, nonsensical pleas pouring from her mouth as I return my grip and tighten it as she settles her own hand over mine.

I grit my teeth. Fuck. Don’t fucking come. It’s like a mantra in my head. But this girl is a goddamn aphrodisiac just for me, and I can’t stop myself as she pushes back from me, rocking herself on my finger. My body jolts. Her feet aren’t even on the floor, my thigh fully supporting her weight against the wall, and she won’t fucking come.

She’s fighting it and it’s pissing me off.

Like a fucking game she’s desperate to win, where I’m the one who can’t resist her in this constant power struggle between us. And I can’t move because not only is she somehow further under my skin, but I’m seconds away from coming in my pants like a teenager.

“Goddamn it,” I mutter, tipping my head back and trying desperately to ignore my own buzzing, calm state. “Stop.”

She nuzzles into my chest. “W-what?”

Realizing I’m on her right side, I pull back, taking her face in my hand. “We need to stop.”

The words startle her. She’s back on her feet and steps away from me to sit on the bed before I can clock the movement. It almost looks like nothing happened, if it weren’t for the heated blush on her normally porcelain cheeks and neck.

There’s an anxiety threading through me underneath that familiar ache to reach for her. To touch my fingers to every part of her skin, press my teeth somewhere on her neck this time, like a brand. It’s dark, this desperation for her.

And unsustainable. What the hell was I thinking coming here? I need to get out of here. Now.