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Would she regret it? Regret me?
“You’re right. It’ll be your own problem. Don’t crawl to me when he screws you over,” he told her, glaring at me like I was beneath him. “You could’ve had everything you wanted.”
“You were never what I wanted,” she objected through gritted teeth.
Dallas laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls around us, and Amanda cringed. “Silly girl, you thought I was proposing to you. You fucking wanted me.” He spit on the ground before he waved his hand at her. “Good luck getting out of this one.”
Then he walked away. Amanda slammed the door behind him, and once the wood slab separated us from the sidewalk, her steeled posture collapsed. She dropped to her knees, covering her face with her hands. I looked between her and the door. Had she wanted to marry him?
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” she repeated, rocking back and forth.
I grabbed her shoulders, crouching down until I could force her to look at me. “He’s gone. You’re fine. It’s all okay.”
When I tried to pull her to me, she resisted, scrambling to her feet and rushing back. “You don’t understand. He can ruin my life before morning if he wants to!” She choked on the sob. “He has connections everywhere and he’s fucking rich!” She sounded hysterical, and her arms quivered before I grabbed them.
I pulled her to me, closing my arms around her and holding her tight against my chest even when she resisted. Her shaking slowed down when I nuzzled the hair covering her neck. “I’d never let that happen.”
“But what if he does?” she asked, sniffling and burying her face against my chest. “You can’t stop him.”
“Watch me.”
Chapter twenty-five
Amanda
“Where do you think you’re going?” Drake mumbled, still half asleep. I tried again to slip from under his arm and out of the bed, but he tightened his hold around my waist. He tugged me against him, nuzzling my neck.
“I just have to pee!” I whined, kicking my legs but not fighting against him too much.
“Five more minutes.”
Any attempt at moving his arm was futile. I did have to pee, but it could wait a few more minutes. “Fine.” I dragged out the word, nestling against his body.
I inhaled the scent of last night’s sweat and his faded cologne, and images flooded my mind. Dallas had been here, and he was mad. All I could think about, though, was the way Drake formed his hands into fists when Dallas insulted me, and the way he kissed me when Dallas threatened to ruin my life. He had kissed me in a way that made me believe his promise.
I’d never let that happen.
My pussy throbbed, and I pressed my legs together remembering how he’d spread them apart and knelt between them. Drake chuckled as I recalled the way my body quivered under his fingertips, and I fidgeted.
“I promise I’ll come back,” I said, trying again to slide out of the sheets.
He grumbled an intelligible protest before he reluctantly loosened his hold. I flipped around to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before I climbed out of the bed. I didn’t want him to change his mind.
Walking back out of the bathroom, my breath caught in my throat. Drake lay on his back with one arm folded under his head and propping him up. The white sheet barely covered his now erect cock, leaving the rest of him bare, and I thought about the way my tongue had traced each line of his muscles last night. My heart pounded in my ears, and I licked my lips. When had Drake become so hot and not just a pain in my ass?
“Come here, angel.” He curled his finger in a come-hither motion, and a satisfied smirk tugged at his lips when I didn’t hesitate to follow his direction.
The bed dipped beneath me when I climbed onto it, crawling until I was settled between his legs. I pulled the sheet back, wrapping my hand around his cock and gently stroking it. He raised his brow but otherwise stayed still.
Butterflies ravaged my stomach when he didn’t take his eyes from me, and I darted my tongue across his slit, collecting the drop of precum that glistened there. When I hummed before closing my lips over the tip of his cock, Drake dropped his head back and groaned. I slowly slid my lips down his shaft, reveling in the hard but silky feel of him against my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” He broke on the last word and sucked in a sharp breath when I swallowed and my throat rippled around his cock. Drake gripped the sheet next to him, I imagine stopping himself from grabbing a fistful of my hair. I wish he would.
I pulled my mouth off with a quiet pop before flattening my tongue and drawing it slowly along the veins that lined the bottom of his cock. “You can tell me how amazing I am anytime,” I said before placing a gentle kiss on the crown and taking him back into my mouth.
I felt bold—bolder than I normally did, and definitely bolder than I normally was around Drake. After the last couple weeks, I saw him differently, but after last night I didn’t know how to describe the way I saw him now. All I knew was I now couldn’t get enough of the man I previously couldn’t get away from fast enough.
“You’re amazing. Absolutely incredible,” he said breathlessly. He stopped talking and groaned when his cock hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag lightly. Drake let go of the sheet, running his hands through my hair. “Amanda.”
