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“Alex,” I mutter, my brain too fogged to remember to say anything else.

“About to come?”

I want to say yes, but I cannot bring my heavy tongue to work.

“Say it.” His harsh tone comes to my ears. “Say it. I want you to tell me you want me to make you come.”

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. But I’m not embarrassed. I’m . . . pleased.

I love him taking control and ordering me around.

Licking my lips, I grind out, “I want you to make me cum.”

“Please.” His tone is even harsher.

My cheeks are burning. “Please.”

“Well . . .” A moan escapes me as he slips his fingers out of me and spins me around in less than a second. He dips his wet fingers into my mouth, my lips parting without my permission, accepting him, licking myself off him.

“That’s not going to happen tonight.” His eyes are lit with a fire I’ve never seen as he looks down at me.

“No,” I gasp in protest, forgetting everything: my plan, what I set out to do, the fact that I hate him. In its stead, all I feel is a crippling and debilitating need. I’m aware of the flush in my cheeks, my nipples standing at attention, my pussy wanting him to fill me with his cock.

“Yes.” He leans over to brush his lips against mine. A tiny part of my brain expresses the wish that this kiss is captured by someone. But then, when Alex pulls away again, and I’m riddled with a desperate, consuming need for him.

“I want you to feel the way I felt when you left me high and dry. And I need you to know something.”

He steps even closer, speaking into my ear. “When I fist my cock tonight, I’m going to think of you. So, when you rub yourself up against your pillow, think of me. Only me.”

My knees go weak. I need to have him.

I’m actually about to beg when he takes a step back.

“Now, we’re even.” His brown eyes show no mirth or amusement.

He means it. He wanted to settle a score and punish me.

And that awareness does not make me angry, not even in the slightest.

It only makes me want him more.

“Come on,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist in an almost possessive manner. “I’m going to call you a cab. Otherwise, I’ll have to pull over halfway through driving you home and screw you in the backseat.”

CHAPTER 10

ALEX

“How’s it going with my little sis, anyway?”

My shoulders tense at Blake’s words. The casual, mild tone he used tells me he has no idea what’s really going on.

But the guilty part of my brain also hears something else. The use of the words “little sis.” This might be the first time he’s called her that. He is reminding me he is her big brother, the person who is obligated to keep fending jackasses off her.

Shut the fuck up, I tell the worried part of my brain. How could he know? If he did, he’d be throttling me right about now.

“Fine, I guess.”

My voice is stifled. We’re in my apartment, and Blake is eating the sushi we just ordered after watching a football game and waiting for the next. This is our ritual on cheat days, when we are able to eat anything we want.

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