Page 170 of The Perfect Wrong


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Ready for him to write out the rest of our lives.

He pins me down when I cry out.

There’s no escaping this beautiful madness we call ours, just like there’s no hiding what’s truly in my heart. This blind, reckless love that won’t hear any excuses, no matter how taboo.

I want Chris Triton.

I need him.

And as long as he’s with me, I’m ready for anything, even my father suffering a nervous breakdown when he finds out his only daughter is head over heels in love with her own step-beast.

When I finally come down from my high, his pants are down.

He sinks into me with a low, possessive growl, pushing my legs up over his shoulders.

Thank God the workout climb here loosened me up.

“Take me, Chris. I want you. Every inch.” I run my hand across his face, my eyes narrowed slits, staring into his jade-green gaze.

He bares his teeth.

There’s thunder in his kiss as he drags his cock back to the tip before he thrusts, bottoming out inside me again.

“Baby girl, I’m going to come so fucking hard in you tonight,” he promises.

Oh, God.

He deepens his thrusts, his hips gathering speed, making that wild friction across my clit with his pubic bone.

I melt into the rhythm with a whimper, lost for words, wondering if it’ll always be this good.

It’s crazy hard to imagine bad sex with this man.

I don’t think it’s possible.

“You were built for my dick, and mine alone,” he rasps. “Can’t believe you’re still doubting this shit.” His hips slash down like he’s angry, frustrated, jealousy ringing in his voice. “You think we’re gonna get screwed over? Derailed? Torn apart?”

“N-no,” I whimper, but it’s not convincing.

I do have doubts—reasonable ones—and I hate them all.

“Say it like you mean it,” he demands, fisting my hair, laying into me harder.

His hips crash down like the ocean slapping the shore, rattling my body with his energy, his need to conquer, to control, to possess.

I don’t know whether to slap him or orgasm on impact.

“Never, Chris. We’re solid. We’re—”

“No, no, no.” It comes out like a mantra, perfectly timed to his thrusts, all the punishing, greedy strokes that leave my pussy tingling. “It’s fate, princess. Don’t give a shit how crazy it sounds. I’ve never met anyone like you. Never wanted to spend every waking minute outside my bed with a woman till you got your hooks in.”

Holy hell!

His cock sinks deep and he holds it there before pulling back, rutting me in faster, shallower strokes.

There’s no holding back now.

Chris pulls my hair tight, moving my lips to his, drinking the moans that burble out of me when my pussy clenches a second later.

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