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I’m a quivering, needful mess of nerve ends and pleasure centers. And he steps back, motioning for my top to come off.
I obey.
“Bra.”
I unhook it and let it fall.
“Anyone tell you your tits are perfect handfuls? And tipped in the softest rosebud pink? I could suckle those fucking nipples for hours.”
I shudder at that.
“Pants, but leave your panties on, Cat.”
Being a thief, I’ve gone by different names throughout my life. To stay hidden. They’ve always been passive, just words. Even when I’d adopted my middle name as my first—Magdalena. But for some reason, when he calls me Cat, it lights a fire in me. I never thought a name could do that.
How strange.
Shimmying, I take off the yoga pants and he sighs.
“So pretty.” He comes to me and sucks on my nipple, fingers working magic over my panties. Then the cool air hits fevered, wet skin, and he lets me go, stepping back. I look down, he’s pulled them to the side so my lips and clit hood are displayed to him. “Gorgeous.”
Hendrick strokes himself. He’s got his cock out, and it’s huge even in his big hand, and I shudder again.
“I’m giving you a word, Cat. Blue. Use it and I’ll stop. Say no and I won’t.”
A wave of pleasure rocks me.
Ever since I came home so bruised, looking like I was beaten, he’s held back, even in rough play. Because he’s been coming over a lot.
In the morning. Early afternoon. Night. Three in the morning. He turns up, and I’m surly because I need him here in ways I hate. My body’s beyond addicted and there’s no more Jac to worry about, now that I told him I quit.
There have been calls. No messages but calls that I’ve ignored. I had pretended to be Harry, a sweeter version of Harry.
Like hell.
The texts he sent plays in my head as Hendrick strokes over my pussy.
What the hell would it be like to have two hands doing this?
And then he shoves a finger in me and kisses me hard, obliterating the thought.
I want it rough. I love it rough. I want to be owned. Like I have no choice in it. I want to be taken and used and owned.
But…cared for, too.
I moan.
“Turn and bend over,” he says, stepping back from me.
“What?”
“Fucking do it.”
There’s a note of calculated savagery to his voice, and it makes me turn. I put my hands behind my back without thinking.
“Dirty fucking slut,” he says, that velvet rough voice shifting over me.
“Cunt.”
