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Angry, and not to mention extremely aroused, I throw my pants off. Then I start to undo his buttons. “You’re insufferable.”

His cock springs free and I wrap my hand around it. He groans when I squeeze, causing a tiny bead of precum to form on the head of his dick.

Taste him, the tiny voice in my head whispers.Remember how good it is.

I stare down at it. For as much sex as we’ve had the last few days, I haven’t had him in my mouth. Yet he’s had his tongue in every part of my body. Torturing me.

Hardly seems fair.

He hasn’t showered either. My juices and scent are still all over him.

“That only makes me want to fuck you again,” Rowan said earlier.

It makes me want to fuck him again too.

Sliding between his legs without letting go of his shaft, I bend over him. My gaze locks with his as I flick my tongue over the slit and do what the voice in my mind commanded.

I taste him and inhale the scent of our sex earlier. The intoxicating combination invades my senses and I have to close my eyes.

Then I part my lips and let him slip between them, only a bit before pulling out. I lick him from tip to base and back, and bring him into my mouth again.

“Fuck,” Rowan moans and digs his fingers into my hair. “Suck me, princess.”

I pull him in and back out. Again and again until he’s groaning, his fingers twitching. When I think he’s close, I stop, waiting until he simmers down before beginning the torture all over again.

“Do you want to come?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he growls.

“Say please.” I grin and go back at it.

It’s a heady feeling knowing I can make him squirm like this, the way he’s done to me. I like having the power over a big man like him.

Except I don’t. Not really. Something I find out when I try to get off him, but he holds me there. Then he pushes his entire length all the way to the back of my throat, his cock pulsing in my mouth.

When he releases me, I take a breath and snap at him, “I’m in control, not you.”

Before I can react, he’s grabbed me by the arms and is dragging me up his body. We’re nose to nose, chest to chest, and dick to pussy.

“If I hold you like this,” he murmurs. “Pressing myself against your wet cunt, waiting for your command to slip inside, who’s in control? Me, who wants nothing more than to fuck you but won’t unless you tell me to? Or you, who wants it desperately but would rather deny yourself just to say you can?”

Adding as much sarcasm to my tone as possible, I laugh. “What makes you think I want it desperately?”

“You’re dripping all over my cock, princess. You want it.”

“Then fuck me, Rowan. Just fuck me and put us both out of this misery.”

I don’t have to tell him twice.

He drops his hands to my hips to keep them in place as he drives into me. And because he’s right—I’m dripping wet—he slides right in.

“Oh God!” I cry out, instantly breathless. Pushing myself up, my hands on his chest, I bounce on him.

The sound of his hips slapping against my ass and our groans of pleasure fill the room. Hell, they might even drift all the way down the hall to wherever Declan is, disappointing him further. But I don’t give a fuck.

In this moment, with Rowan hard beneath me, his hair fanned wildly around his handsome face, everything else disappears. The house, the people, and even our past.

In this moment, when he’s deep inside me, his blue eyes boring into mine, our souls connected, I don’t hate him. It’s hard to hate a part of you.

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