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I don’t know what’s happening to me.

I don’t know how a stranger I know nothing about can evoke such a visceral and potent awakening of my body.

“So fucking hot,” he growls. “Your panties are fucking soaked.For me,” he emphasizes on a growl.

“Yes,” I sigh, but I know the word gets lost in the music.

He runs his finger up and down the seam of my pussy through the lace, and my head rolls against the wall as I grow wetter and crazier by the second.

I don’t feel like myself, and I love that. I don’t want to be the good Mia I’ve been my entire life who keeps the peace. I don’t want to keep the peace. Tonight, I want to be a little wild and a lot free.

Once I’m married to that jackass who thinks he can have me simply because he wants me, I won’t have the chance to be free.

With thoughts of my upcoming nuptials on my mind, I stiffen at the thought of him touching me. Or,tryingto touch me, since he probably thinks it’s an expectation in the deal. Fat fucking chance. That means this is my one chance to take away something that won’t ever be his.

“What happened?” my stranger asks, pulling back to look into my eyes again – searching and probing for the truth.

“Nothing,” I say too quickly.

His finger stroking me pauses. “Something just crossed your beautiful mind that made you tense up. Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” I say fiercely, and his lips tilt up in a sly grin. “I mean, it’s just…”

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can make you feel good.” His words are smooth as honey and cover me like a warm blanket, melting me into the wall.

He wants to make me feel good.

Every man in my life right now is doing nothing but bringing me stress and misery, and all this gorgeous stranger wants to do is make me feel good.

“Can you keep a secret?” I ask him, wanting to lay my burdens on someone else for the moment. I’ll take them back and carry them with me again afterwards, but for a short time, I want someone else to hold them. Maybe if I tell this gorgeous stranger the truth, he’ll think of me from time to time after tonight.

The hand that was gripping my ass loosens and he rubs circles around my bare upper thigh. “I can,” he assures me.

“I’m being forced to marry someone I’ve never met,” I begin, and he tilts his head just the slightest, his eyes probing mine even more intensely than before. “But do you want to know an even bigger secret?” I continue, rubbing my own circles on his neck ever so lightly.

My stranger nods once, his eyes gleaming with the collection of secrets he’s coaxing from me.

“I have a very overprotective family. Which means I’m going into a marriage I don’t want, with a man I don’t know, as a 20-year-old who’s never been properly kissed or touched in any way, and I don’t want him to be the first one.”

I don’t want him to touch me at all, but I still want to be able to tell him he’s not getting the perfect, untouched angel he thought he was getting by marrying me.

“He doesn’t get that privilege,” I continue. “He doesn’t deserve that privilege for demanding me in the first place.”

My stranger’s lips tilt up in a sneaky grin as he presses a finger against the lace separating him from slipping right inside me. I pinch my eyes closed as desire barrels through me with a renewed ferocity and urgency.

His voice comes out low and smooth when he says, “So, you want to use me as revenge against your husband?”

My eyes widen, surprised that he doesn’t sound at all bothered by that. Actually, he sounds intrigued. “He’s not my husband yet,” I tell him.

“But you want me to touch you,” he says, the tongue I want to feel licking every inch of my body wets his bottom lip. “You want me, another stranger to you, to kiss you, touch you, make you come, and ruin you for your soon-to-be husband?”

I arch off the wall, smashing my chest to his. “Yes,” I confess, unabashedly laying all my cards on the table for him.

“And just how much do you want me to ruin you for him? Just how much do you want me to take from you?”

“However much we can get away with right here and now.”

His forehead touches mine. “A better man would walk away and tell you no.”

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