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“You’re beautiful,” he husks, then he picks me up and sets me on the table next to us.

He bends down and catches my nipple between his teeth, then he closes his whole mouth over my breast, taking in as much as he can.

His mouth on my bare skin bows my body to the sweet sensation.

Hot pleasure shoots through me and curls my toes. My back arches and Kade sucks harder, then alternates from one breast to the other.

I hold onto his shoulders but the pleasure becomes too much too soon, and I have to rest my hands on the table.

I grip the surface, gasping at the air as more mindless moans pour out of me.

“Oh God,” I cry.

“Do you like that, Lolita?”

“Yes,” I hear myself say. It sounds like someone else is talking for me. I’ve either been possessed by a wicked demon or I’m under the control of a very evil puppet master.

Kade returns to my breast and sucks. I throw my head back, reaching for him again. He slips his arm around my waist and feasts on me like he’s devouring my entire body.

I can’t believe this is us. Or that we’re doing this in the library.

A moment of awareness passes through my mind but it’s not strong enough to bring me to my senses. There’s no chance of that happening when he nibbles his way down my body, pulls my skirt up to my waist, and props me up so he can nuzzle his face between my thighs.

He positions himself so he’s right between my legs, then he moves aside my panties and pushes his tongue right into my pussy. And holy fuck, it feels good.

I come straight away, all over his face, with his tongue teasing more pleasure out of me.

“More, Lolita?” His voice with the offer of more is the destroyer of my being.

“Yes.”

Chapter Twenty

Kade

I stare at her beautiful, pink pussy lips and dive right back in to eat her out.

Her sweet cunt is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever tasted. No wonder I’ve gone insane.

Here I am doing everything I said I wouldn’t do.

Don’t touch her—way too late.

Don’t get too close—I can’t even remember thinking that.

Don’t cross the line—I’m fucked.

And I want more.

Just the sight of her coming undone in my arms with her little moans of pleasure fucks me over, and I want to stay just like this.

I don’t want to fix my mind, my body, or my soul.

I don’t want to remember the reasons that sent me here, or anything about the hate I’m supposed to feel for her.

All I want right now is her. Her—Isabelle Kolyav, in this moment where she’s the girl a devil like me was never supposed to touch. Fuck everything else to hell and beyond.

I already know that when I come to my senses, logic will return to screw with me, but I don’t care.

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