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“You smell like mine. Bet you taste like it, too.”

Indi audibly gulps.

I pause to ensure there aren't any other intruders. “Let's go.”

Rushed footsteps take us to my empty room and Indi lets me hold her hand again the whole way. When she shuts the door behind her, I cross the space to close the curtains, then go back to switch on every light.

She dawdles by the door, clutching the panels of my blazer, her intense eyes only half in view beneath my cap. I lower and recline into the armchair in the corner, unbuttoning my shirt to allow release heat from my anger.

“Lose the clothes,” I demand. “Except the jersey.”

She listens for once, taking off the jacket and cap and tossing it onto a mattress before slipping out of her sneakers and jeans.

I take in the length of her bare legs. “Bra and panties, too.”

She does.

“Good girl.” Two curls of my index finger beckon her. “Come here.”

Indi doesn't move.

I poke my tongue into the space between my last molar at the heated flesh of my cheek, puffing out a dry laugh of disbelief. It slides across the inner ridge of my bottom teeth as I repeat myself. “Come here.” The tone is less of an ask and more of a command the second time.

Indi takes a few steps forward, but it isn't anywhere close as I need her to be.

“Come” —I pat my thigh— “here.”

When she nears, I steal her hands to kiss the wrists and rest them on my shoulders, my eyes pleading with her to confirm she's mine. The veins flutter with her heartbeat.

She seats herself on my leg in a straddle. Her pussy weeps through the slacks and into my skin with a sear.Fuck, she's so wet.

My fingers claw at her naked ass under my jersey, spurring her hips forward to build friction, voice dropping to a rough whisper.

“Come. Here.”

Chapter 34: Let It Be Me

Indi

There's something wrong with me.

It shouldn't be so satisfying watching a man crumble. I wasn't lying about wanting to see Landon lose his mind, but do I like this?No. Yes. No! Yes, I do. I like it.Being flung over his shoulder like a rag doll might be my new favorite hobby.

I'll have to talk to him about locking me in the car, though. Or where he went for ten minutes while I oscillated between fury and cackling like a power-drunk maniac. Later. I'm too horny to think about anything else right now. A victorious gloat peeks from my expression as we drive to the hotel, but I kill it when he notices. Ihatethat I love the sense of belonging that comes from his possessiveness.Mine. I'venever been anyone's before.

And what did I say, like a fool?“I'm nobody's.”A stinging, sad truth.Rules, rules, rules, I internally mock myself.“You smell like mine. Bet you taste like it, too.”I shudder at the recent memory.

“Come here.” Landon sloughs off his shirt and smacks his thigh twice, snapping me from the daze and commanding my attention.

My heart sinks, twisting with confusion when his lips connect with my wrists before resting them on his broad, muscular shoulders, the affectionate touch contrasting the harsh grip on my exposed ass. Undisturbed by the arousal smearing onto the wool of his slacks, he rocks me forward, the delicious, grating pressure against my clit drawing a breathy sigh.

“Come. Here.”

The pace picks up to tease the orgasm out, my socked toes stretching and curling into the Berber carpet below.

“Say you're mine, Indi.”

I bite down to muzzle a needy string of whimpers, lining the inside of my lower lip with blood. Inadvertently tightening around him, my hands circle his neck. His eyes close, head tilting into my palm, nuzzling into it with a restrained grunt.

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