Page 41 of The Marriage Contract

I don’t know what this is. Is she trying to make some twisted point?

She slides her hand higher up my leg. “You fought for me. Go on. I’m your trophy, your property.”

“You don’t want this,” I groan.

“Says who?”

“You’re not thinking straight.”

“I know you want it …”

Fuck. She slides her hand even higher, finding my hot, pulsing steel and stroking me up and down through my pants. The mania in her eyes gets even more intense. I should stop her, but dammit. Her hand feels like it belongs on my precome-slick heat.

“See,” she moans, moving even closer. “I know this is what you want. A woman who can see something like that and then give her wet pussy to you.”

“Elena,” I groan. “This isn’t how you want to do this.”

“Maybe I just want to forget.”

She kisses me passionately, almost desperately. It’s like she wants to immerse herself in our pleasure so she doesn’t have to think about everything. Maybe this is her way of proving I only want to use her, not be with her, but it’s not true.

Her body feels addictive. I caress her chest, slipping my hand under her shirt and rubbing her nipples. She moans through the tightness of our kiss, then climbs on top of me, grinding her sweet wetness against my crotch. I sink my hands into her hips and begin moving with her. I try to stop, but she has a hold over me I can’t explain.

“Are you sure about this?” I groan.

“I’m not sure about anything anymore,” she gasps, “but my pussy’s wet for you. Do you want to feel?”

“This is fucked up, Elena.”

“Maybe we’re both fucked up, then.”

I spin up, laying her flat on the bed as I kiss her perfect plump lips, then kiss down her neck until I come to her chest. Pulling her shirt down reveals her creamy swells. I gasp, unable to look away, then fall upon her curves and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking like the greedy, wild prick I am as I slide my hand up her leg.

“You’re soaked,” I groan.

“I told you.”

“Tell me to stop,” I snap. “I know what this is. I know you’re trying to prove a point.Tell me to fucking stop.”

She reaches down and runs her hands through my hair. “Uh-uh. I told you. Just let me forget.”

“And after?” I ask.

“There’s no after. There’s no before. There’s just now. That’s it. Don’t ask me for more than that.”

I don’t like the sound of that at all. It’s like she’s saying she’ll end everything once this is done. Again, I attempt to stop myself, but then my carnal instinct takes over, and I push my hand inside her shorts. I smooth my hand down to her soft haven, finding her soaked entrance.

“Don’t you want to fuck your virgin?” she moans. “Your bought-and-paid-for virgin …”

“Don’t say things like that,” I growl.

She bites her lip, shifting against me. “Keep going …”

“I’m doing this because I want to—becauseyouwant to. This was never part of the deal.”

“None of this was part of the deal, but here we are.”

“You think you’re acting now, Elena?” I groan. “You think this is a game?”

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