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“Yes.”

He reached over to the drawer, fumbling slightly as he grabbed a condom, shoving down his jeans, and then he was covered and pushing inside me in one single thrust.

I gasped. He stretched me to the point of slight discomfort, and I shook my head, trying to fight him. He grasped my chin and held me down, his gaze blazing with demand, buried deep and refusing to allow me to hide or fight or retreat.

“You can take me, Landon.” Somehow, he thrust deeper, and a wild rush of emotion caught me in a chokehold.

“No, I?—”

“Yes. Take it all. God, yes, like that. You’re so fucking tight and sweet.”

The discomfort began to recede, and I exhaled hard. And then I stopped fighting, allowing myself to melt into the glorious sensation of Adam filling up every empty corner in my body with a glorious, primitive possession.

“That’s it,” he murmured, easing his grip from my chin. He clasped my hips and dug his fingers into my flesh as he began to move. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He grit his teeth and his dark eyes filled with savage satisfaction and warning. “Hold on.”

I held on. With strong, firm strokes, he shoved his cock inside me, dragging against my clit with every exit, slamming back into me so hard my body jerked. With each thrust, I became more like an animal, enslaved to the physical demands of what it wanted. He yanked me up to meet each stroke, treating me like a rag doll, moving me where he wanted and refusing to ease back. I loved every moment, and then I was coming again, milking his cock as spasms had me screaming his name over and over, the only word I knew how to say. He jerked and came with me, using my body like a receptacle until he was emptied.

I collapsed on the bed, wrecked.

He fell next to me, arm flung over my chest.

And I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Adam

Listen to Let’s Hurt Tonight

by One Republic

Nothing would ever be the same again.

The tiny part of me that had wished I’d fuck Landon out of my system in one night now laughed his ass off. It was the worst thing I could imagine. My dick was semi hard and I’d just had the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Already, I craved her again; the spice of her essence against my tongue; the cries of my name on her lips; the sting of her nails in my shoulders. One taste and I was doomed to crave her for the rest of my fucked-up life.

The worst thing?

I didn’t care anymore. I’d blow up my friendship with Max and the others. I’d risk whatever I had to keep her in my bed; keep her addicted to my touch until she didn’t care either. The road ahead for us led to a tangle of pain, but I’d convince her thepleasure was worth it. God knows, I hadn’t experienced much in my life that made me feel this good.

Didn’t I deserve it? Hadn’t I barreled through endless obstacles in my past to get to this point?

Max had his chance. He’d chosen others over Landon.

Now it was my turn.

Her ragged breathing had calmed. I wrapped my arms around her stomach and slung one thigh over her leg, chaining her against me. I savored her skin, still damp from sweat. Buried my nose in her tangled hair that smelled of rosemary mint. I lay quietly, allowing us both to sit with our thoughts. I’d lowered the shield around my heart while she gave me her body and vulnerability, but now that defense crept back up. I waited for Landon to spill out a rush of regrets, looking for escape now that her body was sated. I prepared for her speech—knowing she only wanted to fuck me to get back at Max. Still, her body never lied. She’d given herself fully, and I intended to use her yearning for pleasure and pain to keep her with me. To keep her coming back for more, even if I was only her dirty secret.

I refused to allow Landon to hide. Not anymore.

My thoughts twisted like a writhing snake pit but I waited for her to speak.

“When I was sixteen, Mom threw me a party to celebrate. She said it would be an event that no one would ever forget, and she was right. She booked a cruise and allowed me to invite anyone I wanted. It was out of a fairy tale—I had two hundred guests who all came to celebrate me. We sailed out from Chelsea Piers at sunset. I wore a designer dress and tiara that made me look like royalty. My friends and I got drunk on champagne because nobody cared. I had a three-tiered cake and so many presents, we needed to hire a van to take them all home with us. It was perfect, just like Mom promised. And people talked about it forever, saying it was a sweet sixteen to rival any other.”

My lips coasted over the shell of her ear and I felt her shiver. “Sounds like it was everything you dreamed of. “

“It was. Except my dad had promised to be there. See, Mom didn’t know, but I’d called him. I broke my vow never to ask him for anything because I thought if he came to that one party, it would mean he loved me. Even if he stayed away most of the time and had another family. I had it in my head that it was proof, and if I got that proof, I’d be okay with anything else that happened between us. Dumb, right?”

“No. Not to a sixteen-year-old who missed her dad.”

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