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I’ll give it to you rough.
Without consciously thinking about it, I traced my fingertips over the mark Dean had left on my neck, along my collarbone where he’d scraped his teeth, over my breast, to my nipple, and plucked at it.
Nowhere near hard enough.
And I hated myself for it.
Hated that I wanted Dean Hargrove.
Settling my hands on my stomach, I focused on breathing in for four counts and out for four counts, imagining snowcapped mountains and babbling brooks. Green grass and early morning sunrises. Dean’s hands on my waist and his mouth at my ear.
Look at yourself. Look at how you’re breathing, you can barely stand it.
I knew the skin along my neck and cheeks would be pink, felt the heat between my legs, and I dipped my fingers beneath my underwear, stroking the warm skin. I was already wet, and my index finger glided over my clit, but as I stared unseeingly up at the ceiling, I imagined thicker fingers, rougher hands, and my touch just wasn’t cutting it.
“Fuck me,” I muttered, slipping my hand out of my underwear, wondering if Dean couldn’t sleep either.
Then again, he probably slept like a baby. Sociopaths didn’t feel shame about what they did.
But to be sure, I pushed myself up from the bed and quietly made my way down the hall, stopping briefly when I stepped on a loud plank. At the end of the hall, I positioned my ear against his door and listened.
“I know you’re there, Novak.”
Silently cursing myself, I placed my hand on the knob and turned.
When the door opened, a light next to his bed flicked on.
“You’re awake,” I said.
He sat up, the sheet pooling at his waist, revealing his bare chest. “So are you.” Even in the dim glow, I could see how his gaze swept over me. Felt it on every inch of my skin, even through my sweatshirt and leggings. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I refused to fidget under his inspection and lifted my chin higher. “No.”
“Any particular reason?”
“Don’t be such a jackass, Hargrove.”
He stood up from the bed and faced me in only his boxer briefs. “Get on your knees and ask nicely, and maybe I won’t be.”
I snorted.
“Or be a brat and see where that gets you. Back to your bed, with your pussy still throbbing with need.”
Ache spread from between my legs, my nipples hard against the cotton of my sweatshirt, my skin on fire now.
“You want it?” he asked with a raised brow. “Get on your knees and crawl to me.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Taylor
Sure, I liked a little pain with sex. I liked my hair pulled, a hand around my throat, but never in my life had I ever degraded myself bycrawling. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going to—”
“Taylor.”
I froze. The way Dean rasped my name, I fell for it every time.
He shortened the distance between us by three steps, and now that my sight adjusted to the low light, I saw his cock straining in his underwear. He appeared wide awake, no hint of sleep on his face. He must have been as desperate as I was for a repeat. Both of us tossing and turning in bed.
