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It’s the most frightening, and utterly satisfying thing I've ever experienced.

Ethan cradles me to his chest and carries me back inside the house, raining kisses over my cheek and neck, murmuring faint words of praise.

This is what he did at the Devil’s Den?

No wonder he’s so fucking rich.

Chapter 46

Ethan

I wake up with a start, taking a harsh breath through my nose as I roll onto my back and squint around my dimly lit bedroom.

What time is it?

What the hell woke me up?

My hand slides over the warm, empty sheets beside me.

Where the fuck is Cassidy?

I shove onto my side, already ripping the covers off. There’s a faint flush of a toilet, and I stare mutely at the bathroom door until it opens and a sleepy Cassidy meanders back into the room, swiping a hand over her eyes.

“Shit, did I wake you?” she mumbles as she climbs back into bed.

I grab her and drag her closer, ignoring her weak protests. I flip her onto her stomach and rest my weight over her curvy little body, my nose burrowing into her hair to inhale the scent of her.

She giggles when I wedge myself between her thighs, spreading her open, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

Just seconds ago, I thought she’d taken off. That I’d never see her again. That everything that happened yesterday was too much for her to bear.

She wouldn’t be the first woman who couldn’t cope with my dark side.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I rumble against her neck.

“Go to the bathroom?” She laughs. “Worst advice ever.”

I slap her plump ass for that comment, and she rewards me with a sharp gasp of pain. Her ass will never heal at this rate. She’s going to have to bathe in ointment.

But fuck, I love forcing that sound out of her.

“Thought I scared you off.” I graze my teeth over her shoulder blade, then the marks I left on her skin with my teeth the night before last.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” she says. “I don’t frighten easily.”

She sighs softly when I stroke her pussy, nuzzling her face into the pillow.

Pity I slept so soundly. I wanted nothing more than to have my way with her again before she woke up. I’d been thinking about it ever since we got into bed last night.

I’m a sick fuck, wanting her even when she’s sleeping. But I can’t help myself. She’s so fucking intoxicating.

She’s already wet for me, and as soon as I drag my cock through her lips, she coats me with slick arousal.

I don’t tease her. I’m too eager to feel her clenching around my cock.

She gasps again when I drive into her, her ass jiggling at the impact. “Fuck!”

I set a punishing rhythm, fascinated with the pained sounds she makes, the way her body shakes, how frantically she grips the sheets beside her as if to hold on.

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