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"You should lie down," he suggests after taking the bottle of water from me. "Wait for the painkiller to work and get some sleep."

"Only if you stay with me," I tell him. "Please."

He sighs. "Didn't you see what just happened?"

"Yes, and I liked it. Didn't you?"

He growls angrily, answering through gritted teeth.

"Yes, obviously I did. But I don't want to hurt you."

"I won't let you," I say, reaching for his hand. "Please. I'd feel so much safer if you stay with me."

He doesn't fight me off when I lead him to the bed with my heart fluttering so wildly that I almost fear he could sense it.

He watches as I step out of the jogging pants, leaving me with nothing but the oversized sweatshirt. I stand before him, feeling exposed and protected at the same time.

"We're going to bed," I say in a low voice, stepping closer to him. "Don't you think you should take these off?"

He sucks in a sharp breath when I reach forward, fiddling with his belt. I only have one hand at my disposal, making it all the harder to open the buckle. Despite my clumsy efforts, I make sure to grace his hard bulge beneath the belt, seemingly by accident but with full intent.

He's breathing heavily, and I can see his strong hands twitching, unsure whether to stop me or to help me.

"Are you sure you want this?" he breathes, fixating me with his hazel eyes. "I can't promise I won't—"

"I want this," I whisper back, meeting his gaze with mine, a hint of pleading reflected in the way I look at him. "I want to feel good. I want to forget. That's all."

His eyes narrow while he reaches for my hand at his belt, gently closing his fingers around my wrist. My heart drops when he moves my hand away, thinking he's ending this before it even began.

But his words tell a different story.

"Fine," he says. "We'll make you feel good. But we'll do it my way, understand?"

My chest heaves with keyed-up anticipation, another rush of warmth traveling across my cheeks while he does what I couldn't do fast enough. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants with two quick moves, letting his pants drop to the floor.

He leaves one hand down at his crotch while grabbing my neck with the other, pulling me close, his face so close to mine that the tips of our noses touch.

"I'll try not to hurt you," he hisses. "But let me tell you: gentle is not my usual modus operandi. I take what I want, and my grip is always firm when I do."

I latch onto his sinister gaze, torn between instant arousal and a pinch of worry.

"I trust you," I utter, giving voice to a thought that mainly serves to reassure myself.

He licks his lower lip, regarding me through narrow eyes. Instead of a verbal reply, he leans forward for another kiss, claiming me just as he did before but with even more urgency.

This time, I don't moan in pain but passionate lust as he takes me with ferocious desire. I don't even realize that he's slowly pushing me down on my knees until I'm almost there, forced to hold on to his hips so I don't lose my balance as my knees meet the wooden floor beneath.

"Take him out," he commands.

Chapter 15

Libby

I do as I'm told, stroking his hard length through the fabric of his boxers and tracing along the outline before setting it free with one hand. He is big, a lot bigger than I imagined. My fingertips barely meet when I reach around his hardness, gently stroking while he gets rid of his shirt.

As I want to lift my eyes up to admire his muscular torso, he grabs the back of my head to push me forward, forcing his steely length between my lips. He doesn't stop pushing until the tip of his imposing member pushes against the back of my throat, causing me to choke and struggle for air.

Just when I begin to fear that I'm about to faint, he lets me go. Saliva is dropping down the side of my mouth onto my knees as I gasp for air. His grip on my hair loosens, giving me room to move on my own. He moans with pleasure, shoving his hips forward slightly while I suck on him with relish. I love his taste and the sweetness there is to it.

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