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“So?” I counter. I know there’s good inside of him. “Everyone does bad things.”

“People are scared of me,” he says, pulling away from me to look at me with wild, untamed eyes.

I can feel my heart in my throat, and a little thrill of arousal runs through me. He’s looking at me like he’s a predator and I’m his prey. In the back of my mind, I think that I should feel threatened or nervous, but I’m not. The dampness between my legs proves that.

“I’m not scared of you,” I say breathlessly, my tongue wetting my lip, his eyes following the motion.

“Maybe you should be,” he murmurs, gaze still stuck on my mouth.

“But I’m not,” I tell him, earning myself a dark chuckle. It awakens something deep inside me. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“I’d never hurt you, Bella,” he says, the hand on my waist tightening. “Not on purpose. But I can’t promise that I won’t get carried away.”

“Prove it,” I say, not knowing where the words come from or what I’m even asking for.

“What did you say?” he questions, his pupils darkening.

“I said prove it,” I reply, this time with more conviction.

“I told you I might get carried away.”

“I don’t care,” I say, presenting it like a challenge.

In response, he surges forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss so sharp and possessive it almost hurts. I think I like the pain.

Chapter 7

Walker

Bella moans into my mouth, needy and wanting. She kisses me back clumsily, but with fervor that rivals my own. Her innocence is obvious in her movements. Her eagerness overshadows her inexperience, and her obvious challenge makes me throw all of my reservations out the window. If she wants me to be rough, to claim her, I will.

My hands are all over her, touching her big, round tits and following the curve of her tantalizing hourglass figure. I squeeze the meat of her hip and she gasps, allowing me greater access to her mouth. My tongue is insistent against hers, a wet, filthy slide that makes my cock stir to life in my boxers.

She tries to crawl into my lap, but I counter the motion, pushing her onto her back. On top of her, I have more control.

When I break the kiss, she stares up at me with wide eyes, her pupils blown with lust. In her face there’s so much trust, and I realize in that moment that I love her. This intense obsession I’ve been feeling, this need to protect and nurture her, is love.

With a growl, I dive back in for another kiss, claiming her as mine. It’s possessive and over the top, but she mewls in ecstasy.

The sound drives me insane. I have to take things further. I need her laid bare in front of me.

Pawing at her shirt, I say, “This has to come off.”

She lets me rip it from her body. Her hands go behind her back, looking for the clasp of her bra. In a quick move, I stop her, clicking my tongue.

“I know you’re eager,” I say, both of her wrists in one of my hands, “but I’m undressing you. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she says obediently.

My dick pulses against my jeans as I shift down to tear Bella’s slacks off. A groan gets stuck in my throat when I see a wet spot already forming on her pink cotton panties. My girl is so wet for me, so ready for me to take her apart with my cock.

“Fuck, baby,” I coo, brushing against the dampness with my knuckle. “You’re more eager than I thought, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” she replies, igniting something feral in me. Then, like she didn’t mean to say it, she covers her face with her hands.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I say, uncovering her beautiful, bright pink face. “Show daddy that pretty face of yours.”

She goes impossibly pinker as I reach behind her to unclasp her bra. Then, after throwing it in the direction of her shirt, I make quick work of her panties. Below me, she fidgets, looking like she’s going to hide from me again. To prevent it, I take hold of her wrists and pin them above her head.

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