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"Isn’t that right? You wanted to do it, but you knew it would hurt. You knew I wasn’t ready, so you stopped. Instead, you gave me pleasure—so much pleasure. You’re a giver, Edward. But you think it’s a weakness. So, you try to hide it behind all that bluster."

I yawn.

"Don’t do that." She firms her lips.

"Do what?"

"Pretend you don’t care, when the way your heart is racing, the way your eyes have turned bleak, the way the muscles of your shoulders bunch and your chest-planes tense, tell me the opposite."

Fucking hell, how does this woman see past the barriers I've erected against the world? How does she see into my soul every single time? How does she read me so clearly, when no one else has in the past? How can she, with a few words, destroy the remnants of my control?

"I don’t know how much more plainly to tell you this, but I. Don’t. Care."

She sets her jaw. "You’re lying."

"I never lie."And I did. For the very first time in my life, I lied. I. Fucking. Lied.Something inside me splinters—the last bastion that has held back my shadow self, the partition I laid down to ensure the darkness inside me never peeked out. The last time I gave in to the darkness inside, I lost everything. And this time… This time, I’m going to lose her.

I squeeze her hips with enough force that she gasps. Whatever she sees in my face makes her gulp. "E-Eddie… You’re scaring me."

"Good."

"I… I think… I need to leave." She tries to slip off, and I laugh.

Her gaze widens, and her blue eyes deepen until they're sheets of the deepest aquamarine. "You… You laughed? I’ve never seen you laugh. It should be reassuring but, it…it’s not."

"Glad you’re smarter than you look."

"That’s not fair. You’re saying that to hurt me."

"I haven’t even started, baby."

She swallows. "You won’t do it, Edward. I know you’re not as heartless as you portray yourself."

"This heart might beat"—I slap one hand over hers, which is still inside my jacket—"but it’s not capable of loving anyone."

Her features crumple, then she gets a hold of herself. "I know you don’t mean it. I know you, Edward. I’ve seen you with Tiny—"

"A mutt—"

"The way a person treats a pet says everything about them. Everything. And you"—she searches my features—"you are all heart."

"What I am, is so hard that I can no longer wait to have your virgin arse."

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Mira

He’s being salacious in his choice of words so he can shock me. And I am shocked. And aroused. His dirty talking voice rockets a buzz of lust to my core. My thighs tremble, and my scalp tingles. He must sense the effect on me, for a look of interest comes into his eyes. "You like that, Belle?"

"Of course, not. Why would I like it if you’re purposely being filthy in your speech."

"Because—" He shoves his hand between my legs and cups my bare pussy.

I gasp.

"—I can feel the moisture drip down your thighs and dampen on my crotch. I can"—he draws in a sharp breath—"smell your arousal intensify. I can—" He shoves two fingers inside me.

I whimper.

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