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She looks at me, her brows drawing together in confusion, like she still can’t quite believe what she’s hearing. And in that moment, I realize just how broken her world has been for her to think she doesn’t have a choice.

How did she get mixed up with all this?

She swallows hard, her lips trembling as she opens her mouth. “Then… what doyouwant?”

The question sends an ache straight to my cock. What do I want?

I want to bury myself inside her. I want to mar her pale perfect skin with love bites. I want to pound into her so hard that she’ll feel me for days. I want to make her knees weak from taking her over and over again.

There’s a strange mix of curiosity and fear in her eyes. She looks at me like she’s trying to confirm if I’m like the others, genuine curiosity in her eyes.

I take a deep breath and step even closer, until I’m only a breath away from her. She smells as heavenly as she looks. A perfect mixture of strawberry and vanilla.

It makes me wonder if she tastes just as good.

“For now, what I want,” I start slowly, carefully, “is just to kiss you. To feel you.” Her breath catches. “But only if that’s what you want, too.”

Her eyes widen slightly and she’s searching my face again. This time I search hers, too.

I don’t know when or why but she doesn’t look afraid anymore. Replacing the fear, is curiosity and God help me, desire. I can tell from how dark her hazel eyes are and the way she bites on her plump lower lip.

“Okay.”

If someone told me I would rule over the world, I still wouldn’t be as happy as I am at this moment.

Slowly, my hands reach out and cup her face, my thumb brushing her soft skin. She trembles under my touch but doesn’t pull away.

I tilt her chin up gently, lowering my mouth to hers. The moment our lips touch, it’s electric—soft, tentative, but full of an unexpected heat. Her lips part beneath mine, and I deepen the kiss, slow and patient, giving her time to adjust, to find her way through the uncertainty.

She responds, shyly at first, but soon her hands grip my shirt, pulling me closer. Her lips are soft, warm, and the way she melts into the kiss makes my chest tighten.

I trace my hands down her body, running them gently over her hips, mapping her with a tenderness I didn’t know I was capable of. She arches into me, her body responding in a way that’s driving me insane.

When my hands reach between her legs, she gasps against my mouth, her fingers tightening on my shirt.

I pull back and look at her. “Is this okay?”

She’s breathing heavily but she nods.

I might die from how good she feels.

My hands continue to explore as I kiss her. I stop myself from moving towards the heat of her core that’s calling to me.

She consented tojusta kiss. I don’t want to -

“Fuck,” I grunt and look down at her.

Her eyes are still closed, her breathing unsteady so I’m not sure she realizes that she just pushed my hands to her very wet pussy. I take in the sight of her flushed face, her lips swollen from the kiss, her body leaning into mine.

“Is this okay, too?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down to where her hand is holding mine. She gasps and pulls her hand away, but I don’t move mine.

I keep it there, just against her panties while my heart pounds at a thousand miles per second.

Her cheeks flush pink and the pace of her breathing increases. Then she says, “Yes, it’s fine.”

Chapter 3

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