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“What truth?”

Smiling, I hovered my mouth over hers, ghosting my lips against her skin like I had earlier.

“That you want this. That your pussy is dripping for me. That you know as much as I do that you belong to me, and you fucking love it.”

Her brows rose, her breath rocking her body harder. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gripping her hair tighter, I yanked her head to the side, craning her neck. “Don’t lie to me, Adley.”

She groaned, a featherlight moan bleeding out of her uncontrollably.

“I…I…” Adley shook her head, meeting my eyes again as she chewed on her lip. “How are you doing this?”

“Oh, sweet thing.” I smiled. “It’s easy with such a willing target.”

And then I kissed her.

Chapter 13 - Adley

Ivan’s lips were pressed to mine in a claiming kiss that seared my very soul. I wanted to hate it; I wanted to be a better person who knew this was wrong and ran away.

But I wasn’t.

I knew what I’d been doing when Ivan walked in on me. I knew how I felt and craved this man in a way I never had. Still, some conditioned part of me fought against the overwhelming desire, screaming in my head about the impropriety of it all.

What would your parents think? What would anyone think about you just giving yourself to this man?

I flailed against him, making the water churn. I knew it was dissolving what remained of the bubbles, and more of my hair slipped from the messy bun I’d put it in. Ivan’s fingers speared through the knot, too, encouraging my long hair to tumble free.

He didn’t stop kissing me even as I lifted my hands to pound on his chest, even as I pulled against his hold on my hair. But then he dropped his hands to my wrists, holding them in place as he slipped his tongue over the seam of my lips.

My hair fell free in a waterfall of familiar honey-blonde locks, and I felt them whoosh down my back. Ivan moaned against my mouth, the sound vibrating into me, and my eyes flared wide open from being squeezed shut.

He moaned…for me.

Something told me he enjoyed the fact that my hair was loose now, and something about that fact zinged through my chest. Ivan liked my hair. It was such a stupid, silly little thought, and still, it struck me. This hardened man, this charming, cruelcriminalwho could get anything he wanted, liked it when my hair was down.

The lightbulb I’d kept on dim mode inside me since I met him brightened, flaring like a supernova behind my sternum. And I stopped fighting.

I softened in his hold, melting into his kiss and letting Ivan’s tongue slip past the seam of my lips. My wide-eyed stare backed down until my lids eventually shut, and before I could think better of it, I dared to reach out my tongue and touch it to his.

A tiny moan escaped me as we connected, and then Ivan was pinning my hands behind my back as he pressed me to the edge of the tub. The porcelain was cool against my hard nipples, and the grip on my wrists made my pussy clench around nothing.

After a moment, Ivan pulled back, holding my arms in one hand as he looked down at me, admiring.

“There’s my good girl.” He smirked, and I fucking blushed, heat rushing to the surface of my cheeks, to my slit.

With his free hand, Ivan shoved the tray on the bathtub all the way to the side. It hit the upper lip of the tub, and the lit candle wobbled enough for the wax to flood over the wick and put it out.

The room plunged into darkness, but there was enough ambient light from outside the window to create a shadowy tableau in front of me. Ivan’s gray-blue eyes sparkled despite the poor lighting, and I raked my stare across the tattoos on his face.

Not for the first time, I wondered about the broken glass image created on his forehead, about the numbers scrawled beneath the tattooed cracks. Ivan seemed all too pleased to letme gape in wonder at his expression, but as quickly as he’d shoved the tray away, Ivan darted his hand into the water and pulled the plug free.

The loud rush of tub emptying boomed in the quiet room, and I knew that in moments, I’d be completely revealed to him.

The scar…

It wasn’t a surprise that my mind wandered to one of my biggest insecurities. However, I was still furious with myself for caring so much. It was just a scar, a remnant of a bad car accident I was in as a kid.

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