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“No. More like some revenge porn released that a girl took part in. That’s what I got, anyway.”

“So that makes me what? Complicit?” she asks.

With him? Me? I want to ask but I leave it because I sure as shit don’t have any real answers.

“You trust me?” I ask instead.

She leans into me, the fight going. “Always have.”

“No, you haven’t, but that’s okay.”

“And you think the worst of me, Diego. I don’t know if that’s okay.”

I breathe out. “Nadie . . .”

“It kills.”

I try to find words, and she moves into me, rising up, and putting her lips to mine. “This doesn’t kill, and I love you and want you for as long as you’re here. Until you leave me again.”

Instead of telling her it’s more complicated than that, I kiss her, deep. She gives me back everything and more. She’s so sweet, with the right amount of spice that stirs my blood and my cock. I walk her backward, kissing, tasting, biting her throat, unbuttoning the dress until I have her in just the damn leggings and bra.

In her room, I strip her the rest of the way. I kiss my way down her body, over the soft warm silk of her skin. Her nipples made for my mouth, her sighs and moans designed to heat my blood and make my cock fucking harder.

I’m aching for her. Each taste is a tumble further into her. She tastes delightful, sweet with salt, as I lick a path between her legs, along the lips of her cunt. Wrapping my arm around her ass, I suckle on her clit until she’s moaning, and I slide my hands over her, one between her ass cheeks, the other up so I can thrust my fingers into those tight, hot depths. She almost falls.

She clutches my head as I start to massage her anus. In rhythm with everything else. Against my forehead, her stomach flutters. “Oh . . .God . . . Diego . . . that . . . oh . . .”

Fucking speechless. I push my finger into her a little, cock twitching at the tightness of her ass. I’m taking it. If this is how she is with me just touching it, her ass is mine, and she’s going to give it willingly.

But not tonight.

Before I leave.

I want to own every part of her, make it all mine, make it harder for any man to even be able to hold her hand without her wishing it was me.

It’s an asshole move, I know, but fuck it. She’s so etched into me, into my bones that I don’t think I can look at another woman without wanting it to be Nadie.

She starts to moan in earnest, and I can feel the faint throbs against my tongue as I continue my attack. Nadia moans out my name, wobbly, high-pitched, as she comes, and the faintness turns into a full-on drumbeat, inside and out. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I pull my fingers free as she starts to tumble, and I catch her, pushing her on the bed.

I need to be in her now, so I unzip and pull out, and with her legs on my shoulders, I drive home, deep, setting her off again.

Pounding into her, the moans are pure pleasure and she’s so fucking tight and rippling against me.

It’s not enough. I need deeper, rougher, total ownership. So, I withdraw and flip her, pulling her up so her ass is in the air, and I can fuck her standing.

I push back into her, hard, all the fucking way.

“Diego . . .”

“I need all of you, every part, inside and out. You were made for me, Nadie.

I drop my pants so I can hammer home, skin on skin. I take her hips to slam into her, making her shake and move, and she comes again, hard and fast.

I need to come, but I need to make it last. I want to eke out another orgasm from her. I want to fucking ruin her for any other man. So, I changed the tempo, coming over her, supporting her with one arm, thrusting in deep, and pulling out only a bit.

I start to tease her clit, stroking it with my other hand. This way, I’m bent over her, biting and kissing her back, nape, and shoulder, feeling the heat of her sear through my shirt, taking her intimately because I never really leave. But I’m in so deep that I hit home every fucking time, and she’s moaning again.

My balls are so high and tight it’s a wonder I’m not singing soprano. That tingle of electricity in my back is burning. It’s a pleasure laced with need and the urge to let loose and give over, but I want her to come on my cock again. I want her spasms to wrench that cum from me.

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