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“Has anyone touched this pussy, Neomi?” he whisper-hisses. His hand inches closer to my clit, and he presses his thumb on it.
It’s not rough, but not soft either.
My head spins so fast that I’m shocked I can form words when I answer, “None of your business.com.”
Yes, there’s seriously something wrong with me for answering like that.
My words don’t stop him from playing with me.
“Everything about you is my business.” He separates my thighs farther, using his knee to give him better access, before shoving a finger inside me without warning. “Especially here.”
“What about my OB/GYN?” I breathe out. “Are you going to kill him?”
He thrusts another finger inside me, rougher this time, shoving me into the dresser. “Your gynecologist is a woman. Dr. Katherine Merlow.”
“Stalking is against the law, you know,” I say between pants while holding back the urge to ask him for more when he slows his pace.
I won’t give in.
If he stops, he stops.
He’ll never hear me plead.
He roughly bites my ear. “I keep an eye on what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I say around a moan.
“Every fucking inch of you is mine, Neomi.”
I circle my arm around his neck and dig my nails into the skin beneath his hairline.
His fingers slide in and out of me, his thumb pleasuring my clit. “Now, who has touched you?”
I’m proud of myself for not falling apart, for continuing this game we play, which has now suddenly grown more physical … more intimate.
“Every man in New York City.” I peer up at him for his reaction to my words.
His sharp eyes meet mine—so full of animosity, like a predator keeping his eye on his prey.
“I wanted you to have their sloppy seconds,” I add.
For that comment, he roughly shoves another finger inside me, causing my feet to practically rise off the floor.
He chuckles. It’s not a happy chuckle. It’s laced with venom, like the devil he is. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
He lowers his head and bites my lip before devouring my mouth. We kiss, our tongues fighting each other.
What’s happening proves how fucked up our dynamic is.
We swore we didn’t want each other, yet here we are.
He’s finger fucking me against a dresser while I talk shit.
An intense rush of pleasure sweeps through my body, puncturing itself into my veins. I jerk my hips forward. The first time is slow, but I quicken my pace within seconds, and he meets me, thrust for thrust.
“God, I can’t wait to slide inside you.”
And for some reason, those words hit me, as if I were woken up from a dream.
