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Completely ignoring my reaction to his touch, Crusher asks, “When did this movie come out?”

“2011,” I reply with strained effort while struggling not to squirm. I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers dip inside my panties.

“Hmm… that’s so long ago. Is this your favorite movie?” He continues as if nothing’s happening, but I know what he’s up to.

My hand clasps around his wrist, stilling his movements. “What are you doing?”

He finally turns to me, his dark eyes peering at the hand that’s disappeared inside my shorts. “You don’t like me touching you? Or… do you just want more?”

I snap at him for no reason. “That’s what you came here for, right? Sex?”

He snatches his hand away like I’ve burned him. “No,” he snarls.

“Then what are you doing?” My breaths quicken as I reel from the loss of his caresses while steeling my emotions, hating how they make me feel and how I can’t seem to control them.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I making this so hard?

Crusher grips my chin, tilting my head to stare into his eyes. “You don’t listen, do you, Trouble? I already told you you’re mine.”

I brush his hand away from my face. “What am I? Some sort of property? Get it through your head, Crusher. You are nothing to me, and I am nothing to you. I’m not your baby or your Trouble, or anything else. So if that’s what you were expecting, then get out.” I scowl as unexpected tears burn my eyes. I lose all control with him and I don’t like it. I don’t trust it. I don’t trust myself.

Springing up from the couch, I begin to stomp away like a brat. But he grabs my wrist, spins me around, and pulls me onto his lap. He forces my legs to straddle him as he holds my hips with an iron grip.

“You can believe whatever the fuck you want, Sadie. Go ahead and be stubborn. It’s one of your best qualities.” He cups my face and tugs me toward him. I turn my head away, making him chuckle while inadvertently proving his point. “Hear me when I say this. You. Are. Mine. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t fucking wanted you. And now, I’m finally doing something about it.” His hand closes around the front of my throat, squeezing to get my attention before he pins me with an intense stare. Then, he pulls me closer until our faces are only a hair’s breadth away. “Say you understand.”

Heat pools between my legs and I’m so damn turned on. I’m dizzy with lust when he grinds his hard dick against my barely covered pussy. My gaze falls to his lips and he smirks.

“Say it, baby,” he commands.

Knowing I can’t fight him forever—and I’m not sure I even want to anymore—I finally give in. “I understand.”

“Now, there’s one more thing I need to clarify.”

“What’s that?”

“This has never been, nor will this ever be just sex for me.” Then he crashes his mouth to mine, and I completely relent.

5

CRUSHER

The control this woman has over me is inexplicable.

I’m fucking drowning from her taste, dying at the way her breathy moans sound to my ears. Our tongues move together, slow and leisurely, and when I pull back, she tugs my lower lip with her teeth, sending shivers down the length of my spine.

Goddamn, she’s perfection. No wonder I want her underneath me all the time. Her body feels so fucking good. The credits roll on the TV while I pull her down on my hard cock. She grinds her hips against me and wraps her arms around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair.

“Not here just for sex, huh?” she says breathlessly.

Smirking, I tug her long hair to tip her head back. “Are you gonna lie and say you don’t want me to fuck you?” I kiss the center of her throat, dragging my tongue along her delicate skin until I meet her mouth.

Desire swirls in her gaze as the lie falls from her lips almost effortlessly. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”

Damn it, she turns me on.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see about that.” I slip my hand inside her shorts again, her breath hitching when I reach her slick pussy. If she’s this wet from a little kissing, I can’t wait to see her cunt drenched when her clit is in my mouth. I withdraw my hand and wiggle my honey-coated fingers in front of her face. “So what’s this, then?”

Sadie shudders at the sight, her eyes glazing over with lust. My gaze catches on the falling straps of her skimpy tank top, and I want to yank the fabric down and bury my face between her ample tits.

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