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This. I knew what he was asking.

I had to admit this to myself. I couldn’t talk around it anymore, so I nodded. “Yes.” I made sure my voice was clear, articulate.

That’s all he needed, and his lips found mine. I gasped as his mouth opened over mine. I hadn’t expected this. I thought he’d finger me, bring me to a climax, and I’d be good for a while, but this was Raize. He was so thorough.

My mouth opened wider, and he groaned, pressing down over me, grinding up and into me.

I hissed, feeling him hit right where I needed him.

I was throbbing. Desire pulsated through me.

I was going to fuck my boss. That should be funny, right?

His mouth grew more demanding before he lifted his head to look at me. I was transfixed. I couldn’t look away or do anything except compel him to keep going.

His eyes were nearly black, and he shifted, raising himself enough to pull my underwear and jeans all the way down. He splayed my legs out, and as his head went to my chest, tasting me there, his finger moved up and inside of me.

I gasped, not ready, but wanting more.

He gave me more.

Pulling out, pushing in. He kept going, going fast, almost too fast for me, but I grasped his shoulders. He was working me over, bringing me to a climax, and I could see him working on himself at the same time.

I bit my lip, watching him. That made me even hotter, even wetter.

I groaned, and he looked up. When he saw where I was watching, his finger slowed. A second slid in, and he went back to thrusting, but slower. He was dragging this out.

It was working—filling my brain with dopamine, the pleasure center, and it would help me settle myself for what else we’d be doing this week.

Fuck.

I’d probably need more of this.

I shifted my hips, urging him on, and I was writhing. I didn’t want to think.

I was thinking.

That wasn’t good.

There was an almost drunk need in me as I sat up, reaching for his cock. I replaced his hand with mine. When I felt my climax start, my lips parted and I let out a deep moan. My back arched because holy shit, that felt good.

So good.

I fell back, and he came on my hand, spilling over my legs. He reached up and caught my neck. He squeezed, turning my face to look at him. He didn’t speak, and I just panted, breathless from that climax. The waves were still wracking my body. His gaze moved over my face, my body, and then stayed on my lips.

He moved back to stroking his dick, sliding up and down. He was getting hard again.

I knew what was next.

Was I ready? Was that what I wanted?

If I said no, Raize wouldn’t do it. I knew him by now, knew he wasn’t like that. But then I felt his lips on my throat, my chest, lower... He moved between my breasts, and my word, that felt good.

But this was wrong. This guy, he was all wrong.

I shouldn’t be feeling any of this.

He epitomized the people who’d taken my sister. But even saying those words to myself, I couldn’t bring up the resistance I should’ve been feeling.

It was now or never.

This wasn’t about sex. This was about me moving forward toward being ready to kill. I couldn’t find or avenge my sister if I wasn’t ready to kill someone. I had to be honest with myself from now on.

I had to stop hiding.

Fucking Raize—I wanted to do that. I’d been wanting to for a while.

“Ash?” He had paused, his lips lingering over my clit. He was ready for me.

Desire lit me. I felt my whole body come alive, and I arched my back once more. “Yes” left me on a sigh, and he sat up and then slid inside.

I was gone. This was done.

The old me was dead.

This was the new me. This was the me from now on.

I could finally avenge my sister.

But first, I put my arms around Raize’s shoulders and pulled him close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. I took what I needed from him, damn the consequences.

There were no pretty words or loving touches when we were done. Thank God for that.

Raize rested on top of me for a moment before he pulled out and grabbed some napkins from the gas station bag. He wiped himself off, then handed some to me.

He tucked himself back in, zipped his jeans while I put myself back together as well.

“There’s sanitizer in there.”

Okay. You had to do what you had to do in these moments. I washed between my thighs as much as I could handle.

Jesus.

Raize and I had fucked, and it was good. He was good. More than good.

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