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Cole works me into a writhing mess. His teeth graze and scrape, tease and taste, scratch and mark.
“I need more...” The words are caught somewhere between a moan and a plea.
“So fucking needy.” He rolls off, glaring down at me with so much intensity, I’m pinned in place.
“What are you waiting for?” I challenge. I know he wants to touch me—it’s right there, etched into the dark expression on his face, the torment in his eyes.
Cole wants to touch me.
He just doesn’t want to want to touch me.
But I’ve never been very good at being told no.
Yeah, and look where that got you. I shake off the little voice of reason.
Cole’s brows furrow, the muscle in his jaw clenched impossibly tight.
“You’re scared of me.” It isn’t a question.
“You think I’m scared of you?” His lip curls with disgust. “I’d destroy a girl like you.”
“All I’m hearing are empty threats. You got me all worked up and now you’re too scared to get me off.” I use his momentary surprise to my advantage and tear my hands free from his. “If you’re not going to finish what we started, I’ll go find someone who will
. Is Conner home?” I start to move, but Cole is on me again. He flattens his body against me and ghosts his lips over mine. “You’re going to regret this.”
Then he’s kissing me, plunging his tongue into my mouth and consuming me. One of his hands wraps around my throat, pinning me in place as his other one slides between our bodies and dips them into my panties.
“Fuck, preppy, you’re soaked.” He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and I smother a moan.
It feels so good... why does it feel so good?
Cole watches me with those dark orbs of his as he works me with his long, skilled fingers. His thumb draws circles over my clit as his fingers fuck me into boneless submission.
I hook an arm around his neck, needing his mouth again, and to my surprise, he complies, curling his tongue around mine and kissing me so hard I can barely breathe.
“I want to ruin you,” he whispers against my lips.
It’s a threat. But the haze of pleasure clinging to my skin, my every thought, twists it into something tender, something addictive.
I want Cole to ruin me.
I want this broken, brooding boy to mark me and claim me.
But I also want him to keep me... and that’s a problem.
Because Cole is different. I see it every time I look into his dark grey eyes.
He rubs at my clit harder, stealing my breath and making my legs tremble.
“Cole,” I pant. “It’s too much.” His touch is borderline torture, but he doesn’t let up.
His lips trail wet, sloppy kisses down my jaw until he’s sucking at the skin along my collarbone. “You wanted this,” he taunts. “You wanted to play with the devil...”
“I know... God...” I cry out as he spears his fingers deeper, scissoring them inside me.
Pain and pleasure crash over me in rapid succession, until I fly off the edge, and Cole swallows my moans with dirty kisses.
Silence settles over us. I want to feel shame at what just happened, at what I let happen. But I can’t find it in me to care. Cole isn’t the only one who feeds off the darkness. My soul was dirty a long time before Cole Jagger came into my life.
