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“The same man who threatened to murder him if I didn’t get away. You become mad when I talk to other men, Dash, let alone touch. And you’re telling me that you can handle them seeing me naked, writhing and moaning your name, when you all but think I belong to you?”
There’s a tightening in my chest when she whispers the last words because a part of me knows she’ll never be truly mine. The reminder feels like a stab in my gut. Maybe I can have her for just one night despite knowing it’ll never be enough.
I have to purge her out of my system.
“You don’t belong to me,” I angrily reply.
She isn’t deterred and pushes her hips into mine. “Then let me go back to Justin.”
“No.” The sound emerges from deep inside me.
“Make a choice, Dash, because I’m sick of your mind games. At least with him, I know what I’m in for.”
“Fucking hell, Bianca.”
“Admit you were jealous,” she demands, her confidence rising as she feels my stubbornness crumbling. Where the fuck has all this sass come from? It both turns me on and makes my blood run cold with annoyance.
When she grinds against my dick and moans loudly, I dip my head between her shoulder and neck. I bite her collarbone when the scent of her arousal hits my nostrils.
“Dash,” she cries when I suck harder instead of freeing her skin from between my teeth. Like a masochist, the pain only ignites her desire. It doesn’t seem to distract her because she whispers, “Say you lied about not wanting to fuck me again.”
“Damn it, woman,” I curse, pushing off of her.
I run my hands through my hair, trying to stay strong and not give in to her pull. Once I say it out loud, she gets all the power and there will be no taking it back. She turns on her back and I wait for hurt to flicker in her face but she stares back softly, like a breathing temptation and a seductress.
“Does admitting the truth scare you, Mr. Stern?” she taunts, head tilted.
If she knew the half of it, she wouldn’t be seducing me with her come-hither eyes, dress shoved up to her waist and soaked panties on display. Her pussy is so bloody wet that the material outlines her folds. My mouth waters to part her slit and lick her juices.
It’s starving to know if she still tastes the same.
“How far were you planning to take it with him, kitten?” I ask, lifting my gaze to hers.
I observe her as she chooses whether to answer me or continue her little agenda. It’s like we’re stuck in a dance of tango, circling and circling but neither of us giving in fully.
The push and pull.
The thick tension, killing us both slowly.
“You shouldn’t have stopped,” she says with a tilt of her lip and shrugs. “Because now you’ll never know.”
“You were going to kiss him,” I state, the accusation cutting through the air.
Slowly, her gaze lowers to my mouth and her tongue peeks out to bite the corner of her lips. When her pupils dilate like she’s helplessly wondering what I’ll taste like, I draw closer to her.
A moth to a flame.
A predator to its prey.
A thirsty man to an oasis.
When I rest my hands on either side of her hips, crowding her, she stares at me from below and muses, “Maybe, and then I would’ve let him fuck me…” A low growl escapes my lips, which makes her smile. “Or maybe I knew you'd chase him away before I could, Dash.”
My cock jerks painfully at the sweet purr in her voice and I grab the backs of her spread knees and yank her to the edge. A surprised yelp spills from her mouth as I slap them wider and lower to my haunches.
“You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you, kitten?” I hum, placing soft kisses along her left thigh.
“Of course,” she teases. “I brought you to your knees.”
