Page 132 of Hold Me Until Morning

“Like you’re mine.” The words scuffed through the air.

Snares to inflict.

Like you’re mine.

I was in serious danger of falling into that spot. Of falling for a man who kept making me imagine things that I knew better than to dream about.

He wouldn’t stay. He’d get bored. He’d stray.

He’d broken me once and he didn’t even know it.

And Brooke…how could she not hate me?

I’d promised…I’d promised. And still, I was shifting around to sit up on the side of the bed before I slowly rose to my feet.

Powerless.

Addicted.

I wobbled. Weak to his presence.

I inched across the room.

Gold-flecked eyes consumed me as I approached, and I saw the tremor roll through his body. His muscles ticked and jumped in vicious anticipation.

“What if I was?” I whispered, a masochist, begging for that breaking.

None of it seemed to have any bearing right then.

I watched his partially soft shaft harden to stone.

“What if I told you I was yours tonight?”

“Then I’d say get on your knees, darlin’, because I want to fuck that sweet mouth.”

I didn’t hesitate, I lowered to the floor, and I stroked my hand down the velvet stone of his shaft as I peered up at him.

He towered, nearly touching the ceiling.

Pure, chiseled strength.

Harsh cuts and lines with that softness in his eyes.

He rushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “Think you might be my match, sweet girl.”

Then he pressed the tip of his dick to my lips.

Desire throbbed and I licked out over his head and swirled my tongue around the fat, engorged tip.

His stomach trembled and he jolted forward. “You are trying to ruin a man, aren’t you? Knew it from the second I saw you. I’m not going to be the same.”

He fisted a hand in my hair, and he edged me back for a second, both of us held in a moment’s anticipation.

Intensity boiled around us.

A bubbling of greed.

Then he nudged his cock a little deeper.

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