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“I don’t want to talk.” I stopped before the coffee table and blocked his view of the television, which turned his attention back to me. “I want to show you something.”

Cole put the half-empty glass on the table. “What’s that?”

I gripped the hem of my tank top, pulled it over my head, and threw the shirt onto Cole’s lap. He fisted the fabric, jaw clenched. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or turned on, but the silence was killing me.

He grabbed himself over the top of his shorts and grunted. “Fuck, Grace. What are you doing?”

“I want you. It’s always been you, Cole.” I pushed down my shorts and kicked them off. “I only let Rhys touch me because I wanted to make you jealous. If I could go back in time and take it all back, I would.”

Standing naked before Cole, I’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable. But I liked the way he carefully inspected every inch of my skin.

I rubbed the pads of my thumbs over my nipples. “We’re both victims, Cole. But we don’t have to be. Not anymore. I don’t want to marry Rhys. I want you.”

Breathing hard, he shoved down his shorts and fisted his hard cock. “Sit on the chair. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

I did as he asked and flicked my hair over my shoulder to give him a better look at my breasts. “I’m so wet.” I propped my legs up on the arms of the chair and then pushed one finger inside my pussy, then another.

“You’re such a brat. Always torturing me to get what you want.” A wild look lit up his face. “Coat your fingers with your cum for me.”

He stroked his dick, gripping the base so roughly it looked like it would hurt. Maybe it did because he spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft to lubricate his skin.

“Spread your legs wider.” He jerked harder as if trying to match my movements. “Squeeze your fingers. Pretend they’re my cock. Give me your orgasm.”

I followed his orders, pumping my fingers as I circled my clit with my thumb. “Oh God, Cole…” His name was a whimper on my lips. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

His legs shook like the pressure inside him built until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “It’s time to come.” He stared at me with those pretty blue eyes and licked his lips. “If you don’t come right now, I’ll spank your ass and pussy.”

“Cole,” I moaned, lips pressed into a thin line, my eyes slightly closed as the tremors rocked my body. “I’m coming.”

“Good girl.”

He came right after me in his hand and then stripped off his T-shirt, using it to clean himself up. Neither of us spoke for a solid minute, still breathing hard. I couldn’t even think straight, drunk with pleasure, high on the sounds he made when he came for me.

Cole stood and pulled up his shorts, a seductive look in his eyes. “Did you make a mess for me?”

I spread my legs so he could see the cum dripping down my thigh.

He scrubbed at his face and grunted. “My dick is jealous.”

I beckoned him with my finger. “Come over here and fuck me.”

Chapter Forty

COLE

Fuck, she was killing me. I hated the old man and his rules. Hated the fact he was forcing Grace to marry Rhys for whatever sick reason. Still, a part of me was so used to following orders I couldn’t allow myself to break them.

Order gave me control.

It comforted me.

With Grace naked and her cum glistening on her pussy, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous, a fucking knockout.

I was done.

Hooked.

I’d thought about Grace from the day we met, even though I knew feeling anything for a girl I could never have was pointless. But I needed to feel her one more time.

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