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She spreads her legs wider for me, revealing her pretty pink slit. “I can take it. Let me be your whore.”
I believe she can. Heck, I think she might even like it. But she doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
“It was nothing!”Amber pulls away, refusing to look at me.
“If it was nothing, why won’t you let me touch you?”
“Because I’m tired.”
“Then why are you packing?”
She slams her dresser drawer closed and turns to look at me. “Give me time.”
“How much time?”
“Heck, if I know.”
“Where are you going?”
She looks away again, and I know.
“Don’t tell me you’re moving in with him.”
“Easton has a lot of resources.”
“He’s a bad man, Amber!”
“He cares about me!”
“Like he does all his other whores.”
She slaps me across the face. “Fuck you!”
“Seems to me like you’re the only one getting fucked.”
Getting up from the floor,I don’t even look at Lyra. I can’t.
“Brock,” she begs.
I close my pants and storm from the cabin, determined to get her off my mind.
Because as bad as I am, I won’t ruin that girl.
Chapter8
LYRA
One Month Later
“Come for me, baby.” Brock rasps. “I need to hear my good girl scream.”
My heels dig into his shoulders as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I couldn’t hold back even if I tried.
“That a girl,” he mutters as my back arches off the bed, my hips bucking against his face.
I thrash against him wildly, too blitzed out of my mind on lust to care whether it crosses the line into assault.
Brock makes me bloom beautifully in ways I’d never imagined.
