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Which, in turn, made his dick hard.

It was an evil fucking cycle that he couldn’t seem to break.

But this time, there was no hand on a cocked hip, no fire in those deep, hazel eyes. No, she just stared at him with a mix of fear and horror.

“Isa, what the fuck?” He stepped forward to comfort her, but she shied back.

Remy froze.

She was scared of him?

This made no sense.

She was always full of bravado. Confidence.

No doubt she’d led a sheltered life. She’d likely grown up the apple of Daddy’s eye. Protected and loved.

As it should be.

But that left her with little defense against the world. Against a man like him.

Isa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them, she looked straight up at him. “I’m sorry.”

She was . . . sorry?

Why was she apologizing to him? He was the one who followed her around, watched her, who hadscaredher.

And then he went and scolded her for not being more self-aware.

“Why?” he asked gruffly.

She gave him a strange look. “For making you think I’m afraid of you.”

“Aren’t you?”

Isa tossed her head, all that gorgeous curly blonde hair rippling down her back. He wanted to twist it around his hand and hold her still as he fucked her mouth.

Fuck. He had to stop. There was no way she would want that.

No way she would ever want his level of dominance.

“Remy?”

He glanced down as she stepped forward, placing her hand on his chest.

“Are you all right?” she asked with concern.

She was touching him.

Dear. Lord.

Didn’t she know better? That he was at the edge of his control? Her touch, her concern, her sweet, coconut scent.

It was all too much.

Then her lips parted, her breathing growing faster.

And. He. Was. Done.

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