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“Mm…” He bites down on his lower lip. “This pussy must have been missing me so much, baby.”
He takes a dangerous step toward me, as I take one back. “Wait. You…how?”
“Explanations later,” he says faintly. “Right now, I want my girl.”
“But how did you get out?” I take another step back as he keeps advancing toward me.
“Billie, baby,” he says in his mocking voice. “I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but did you forget who calls the shots?”
I pinch my lips, tilting my head to the side and putting my hands on my hips. “Excuse me. I’ve been very independent without you. You can’t just come back and order me around.”
“That’s very funny,” he chuckles, that sinful smile back on his lips.
“It’s not a joke,” I defend as I take yet another step backwards, only to hit the wall behind me. He brings his arms on either side of me and looks down at me.
“Do you know what I was secretly hoping for? For you to have moved on.”
“Moved on?” I choke.
“Yeah. Just so I could convince you all over again. Just so I could assault your tight little body and remind it who it belongs to. Oh, little bee, I’m going to spend hours teaching you how to take me again. I will use and abuse you until you’re nothing but my little slut. All. Over. Again.”
I gulp, my heart kicking at my ribcage. My entire body is on fire from his words alone. A year and a half is a long time. A very long time. My lower belly is twisted, and my legs are practically shaking as I feel the wetness invading me.
“Maybe I don’t want you anymore,” I lie, in a whisper. “Maybe…maybe I don’t want you to touch me.”
Caden loves the chase. He likes forcing his way. Isn’t it just so convenient that I love when he forces me?
“Oh yeah?” he growls low. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
I shake my head, trembling when one of his hands caresses my inner thigh. Despite wearing jeans, I feel his touch all the way to my core.
“Officially a UFC fighter, and you still wear your simple jeans and tank tops, huh? How humble. And that fucking ponytail.” He lowers his head, burying his nose in my tied-up hair. “Mm,” he delights. “The same shampoo. You know that’s my favorite smell.”
“I’m still the same person,” I squeak past the need building inside me.
“Me too,” he says wickedly. “And do you know what that means?” His hand between my thighs gradually trails higher.
I shake my head.
“It means I still don’t give a shit what you want. You’re mine, little bee, and you’ll take everything I fucking give you.”
He harshly cups my pussy, and I cry out in pleasure.
“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” His voice is barely above a growl now. He undoes my jeans at the speed of light, and I do the same with his. Our tops are next, and before I can do anything else, he grabs the back of my legs, lifting me up and settling between my thighs, crushing me against the wall as I wrap my legs around his waist.
The tip of his hard dick touches my wetness, and we both release a satisfied moan.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re not ready. I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Me too,” I whimper as I start rubbing myself against him.
“Let’s do a quiz. I want to hear my name on your lips when you answer.”
I nod, dropping kisses everywhere I can reach.
“You couldn’t get with anyone else while I was gone. Could you?”
“No, Caden,” I shake my head.
