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When my body contracts and I feel the heat of his semen filling me, Braxton pulls my mouth to his and lets go. Our orgasms explode and meld together, bonding us as my heart lets more of him in.

I can’t stop it.

This man takes and takes and takes.

I am powerless to stop him.

This is not just fucking. This is more. And I’m not sure either of us wants it.

I’m not sure that I don’t.

I may dream of living a different life, but I don’t know how it would be possible. I don’t want to marry Leo. I don’t want to lose my family.

Surely there is more. Surely there is a way.

And what if it’s with Braxton?

What if this man could love me and save me?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BRAXTON

I head downstairs after a shower and kissing Gianna for about ten minutes in the doorway.

I’m completely fucked.

I know good sex and how it feels to want more from a woman, but this is different. Because it’s not just her body I want. The all-consuming need to own her is impossible for me to ignore.

I’ve never felt that before.

Not with anyone.

Then she asks me how I’d feel if another man touched her. Jesus Christ. Without hesitation, I answered that I’d kill them. Even knowing I have no right and that I could be gone in a few days from her life.

Forever.

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