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He searches my eyes for the truth, and I avert my gaze, unsure that I can keep it from him. I don’t want more blood on my hands.
Poor Peter, who died because of loveless sex. He was good at it, but it was nothing more than fucking. No one deserves to die for a fuck.
If I’m not careful, I’ll end up like him. For a fuck. Because, at the end of the day, I’m not so sure that’s all Rowan wants from me.
Shit. I’ve been too reactive, too reckless. I’m surprised he hasn’t already slit my throat.
“Lou, look at me,” Rowan says.
Understanding of what I must do dawns on me. Lifting my eyes to his, I inflect as much submission and vulnerability as I can muster. “It was only him, Rowan.”
“Did you love him?”
“No,” I answer easily, because it’s the truth. “It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. But he was a nice man.”
He huffs. “Peter was a leech. Nothing more.”
“Either way, he didn’t deserve it.” I place my palm on his bare chest.
His gaze locks onto the place where I’m touching him, then roves over my arm to the negligee that’s now soaked.
I can tell the moment that whatever conversation we were just having gets sent to some distant place in his mind as the primal part of his brain takes over. His nostrils flare and his jaw works furiously, the muscles in his arms bulging as he takes in the sight of my nipples poking through the satiny material.
This is what’s keeping me alive, I’m sure of it. His attraction to me. His need to possess me.
With shaking hands, I tug down on both straps of the nightgown, exposing my breasts to him.
His already heated stare goes white-hot as it snaps back to mine. “You belong to me, Lou. Is that clear?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, his lips crashing against my mouth in a bruising kiss. Instantly, and to my shame, I forget everything else but him. His tongue slides across mine, silky smooth and tasting of him and sin, taking over my senses.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. His hands are on my breasts, kneading them, pinching the peaks. Then they snake behind me, grasping my ass roughly before moving upward.
Fisting my hair, he forces my head back so that he can access my throat. The sting of his teeth on my sensitive skin only serves to arouse me more. I cry out, pressing myself tighter against him, molding my body to his.
But he only lets me remain this way for a second before he spins me, grips my wrists tightly in only one of his hands, and lifts my arms above my head.
Using his free one, he tugs down on the skimpy panties and pushes his hand between my legs legs to cup my sex from behind. I drop my forehead onto the glass and moan as he runs his fingers over my slit, then cry out when he presses one in.
“Rowan,” I groan and lift my butt. “Fuck me.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you, princess. Here?” He touches my wet entrance, gathering some of the moisture before going farther back and touching my tight hole. “Or here?”
I stop breathing. Fuck my ass? The mere thought has me panting. That’s when I think about how large he is, not just in inches, but in girth.
My mouth dry and my heart rate picking up, I say, “You’re too big.”
He puts his mouth against my ear and groans as he pets me between the cheeks as if he’s trying to coax the hole to open for him. “But you’ll take me anyway, won’t you, princess?”
Releasing my arms, he toys with my nipples at the same time as he teases me below. The combination makes for an erotic overload that leaves me unable to speak. Unable to deny what he’s saying as he touches me like that. All I can do is accept whatever he’s going to do to me, pushing myself harder against his finger, forcing him deeper.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, then wraps his arms around me and lifts me.
The shower door bursts open as he shoves through, carrying me to the bed and throwing me onto it. I land on my belly, immediately twisting to look at him.
Like a sleek panther, he crawls onto the mattress and shoves my legs apart. His eyes are trained on my ass as he approaches. Then his big hands are grasping it, pulling the cheeks apart so that he can view what he’s really hungry for.
Bringing his face near, he bites each buttock almost desperately as he works his way to the center. Like he can’t get enough of my flesh into his mouth.
