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I pushed into her, greedy and slick, unwilling to wait for the traitorous bitch’s comfort.
“Shit, Zoei, I can’t,” she protested, pushing against my shoulders. “I can’t, I can’t—oh,fuck!”
She arched into me, nails digging into the hard ridge of muscle. The sting was welcome—a heavenly interlude to the silken grip of her pussy.
Dizzy.
The frenzy of her scent made me deliriously dizzy. My vision blurred, narrowed to the point where we were so obscenely joined.
Her cock was swollen and red, needing attention. Her entrance clamped around me in a desperate attempt to keep me sheathed inside.
“I should leave you like this—unsatisfied and weak,” I whispered, fisting her cock.
A pathetic whimper was her only response.
“You don’t deserve pleasure, Olly,” I declared, continuing the silken torment. “Not after what you’ve done.”
“I didn’t do anything.” The words were cracked, broken. “I promise, Zoei.”
Liar.
What a beautiful liar she was. So very talented.
“Look at me,” I demanded when her eyes slipped closed, the furrows between her brows twisting hard with pain and pleasure. “Don’t you dare look away.”
Her eyelids trembled as she struggled to focus, fear and pain and pleasure rioting in the cerulean depths.
In the past, I had perhaps dreamed of this moment. Olympia and I, skin to skin, heart to heart. I’d imagined softness and seduction, my teeth against her throat, her fingers against my cock. Her shudders would trigger my own, my chest swelling with pride at having such a strong Alpha as a lover. Or a mate.
I shoved aside the regret that bubbled in my gut.
“I want you toknowwho’s fucking you, Olympia.” The words were torn from my soul. “Who’s inside you. The person you ordered to have killed.”
“I—I didn’t do that, Zo,” she whispered, tossing her head back as the silken depths of her clenched around me in a breath-stealing squeeze.
“You fooled me once,” I warned, straining against her lure. “You will not fool me again.”
A hard shiver rattled her frame, and I waited for guilt to seep into her gaze. Surely she couldn’t bethattalented an actress.
But the guilt didn’t surface. Instead, I watched as her pupils grew large and dark, eating away at the cinnamon flecks.
“I would never hurt you,” she breathed, her grip gentling to a caress. She cupped my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, stroking with softness I yearned to lean into. The touch was achingly familiar, making my chest reverberate with memories long past.
“Never,” she repeated with a fierceness that was almost believable.
Liar, liar, liar!
Anger made my fingers unsteady as I pressed her hips into the floor, holding her still. It was a battle to ignore the mesmerizing contrast of our skin—dark russet against peachy white. It unearthed memories that were better buried—of two younguns clasping hands while running across the gardens, soft laughter trailing in the wind.
We’d left our innocence firmly in the past.
Olly’s gaze followed my own, locking on the hard grip of my fingers on her flesh.
“I’m going to—”
Each word was a warbled whimper.
“No,” I ordered, fighting the intoxicating pull of her pussy. “You don’t get to come.”
