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I panted. It was the only thing I could do.

His dark eyes were on me. I could see him trying to build himself back together, trying to put us right where we’d been ten minutes ago. He ran a hand through his hair. "Kassie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have done that."

How the fuck do I agree with that?

I struggled to regain my composure too. What was I supposed to say? How could I salvage this?

"You were crying. I should’ve asked," he finished.

Did he just…?

I glanced over at him, shocked. My words were blurted out, messy as could be. "Zariah asked if you—you wanted to sleep with me—"

"What?" Ryan gazed at me, dumbfounded. "Zariah did what?”

“She asked you if you wanted to sleep with me and you—you said no.”

“Kassandra Ragar, why thefuckwould I sayno?"

"The—the contract?"

"Fuck the contract," he snapped.

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Kassie

Bite Mark

Ryan didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me around the waist and hauled me on his lap, like I weighed nothing at all. Jagged breaths tore out of me. He captured my lips for another kiss, demanding my attention, taking it again. Harder. Faster.

Fuck, this is kissing.

His hands cupped my ass and ran along my back. Every new inch he touched me was a shock to my system and I rolled my hips against him, just enjoyingRyan. I couldn’t stop touching him. Running my fingers through his curls and pressing against him.

I pulled away just for a second to breathe, gasping for air, and Ryan dipped down to kiss my neck.

Oh, god.

My breathing hitched up a notch. With kissing, I had to focus on what I was doing and half of my brain power went to touching as much of Ryan as I could, sitting on his lap. But Ryan kissing my neck was different.

There was nothing else I could focus on. Just him.

He kissed my neck like no one I’d ever met before. Kissing. Sucking. He ran my tongue and sucked on my skin, holding me tight. Heat pooled between my legs. He drew noises out of me I’d never heard before. I bucked up in his lap every time he found a sweet spot and he groaned in appreciation,

Ryan could be so gentle with me.

Now I know better.

He’d been holding back, keeping all of this carefully locked up, and the moment he unleashed it, he was everywhere. I wanted desperately to keep up with him but when his lips found my throat again. His teeth grazed my skin and hebitme.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped.

"That’s right, baby," he muttered across my skin.

The pleasure and pain twisted together and I rocked against him. Fuck. I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t keep up with him. Gripping the couch was taking it all out of me, I couldn’t do thatandmatch his pace. There had to be some point he slowed down and I could take control but that never came. I was putty in his hands.

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