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“I trusted you then.” She pulls me closer. “I trust you now.”

“Even when I lie to you?”

Her eyes flicker playfully. “I know when you lie, and I know the truth. Every single time. I don’t feel like a whore, by the way. This is regular lovemaking.”

“Pain in my ass.” I pull out and steal the light from her eyes. Then I toss her over, slamming her chest to the mattress and pressing my hand to the back of her neck so she can’t get up again. “You wanna be treated like a regular slut, Aubree Grace?” I grab her hips and yank her to her knees, so her ass is presented exactly the fucking way it should be.

Puckered and pounding.

Wanting, but until I’m ready, unfulfilled.

“I’m gonna fill you to the brim with my seed. I’m gonna watch your cunt gush with my cum. Then I’ll eat it out and start over again.”

“Tim—”

“You’ll be nothing but a bucket for me to empty myself into. And I’ll enjoy watching me dribble along your creamy thighs.” I wrap my hand in her hair and jerk her back until her neck arches. Then I slam into her cunt in one smooth move. Pulling her hair so she can’t scream, though the sound backs up at the base of her throat. “Can’t breathe, can you, beautiful?”

She gasps, choking for air and shaking her head.

“You’ll breathe when I say you can.”

24

AUBREE

EGGS AND AN ULTIMATUM

“How do you feel?”

Tim is nothing if not a multifaceted man. He wants to dominate me. He wants to hurt me. But hell, when that’s done, he’ll tend to me with gentle hands and loving touches. He runs a warm, wet cloth over my thighs, cleaning up his mess and drawing a million goosebumps to my skin when the cold air chases the warmth of the cloth. “Pain?”

“The good kind.” I burrow into his pillows and open myself up to the man who, a month ago, hadn’t even seen my bare stomach except that one time we were on a yacht in the Caribbean Ocean.

Now he gets to tend to my most private areas, and that’s after he messes those places up with his tongue. His fingers. His cock.

“I like it when it hurts a little,” I admit in the quiet. The only sound beside us is Capone’s rhythmic breathing. “I like hot apple pie and ice cream, too. The contrasts are what makes it delicious.”

Humored, his lips curl into a smirk, almost hidden behind his beard. “Pleasure and pain. Did you know that about yourself before the weekend?”

“Nuh-uh.” I allow my eyes to drift closed for a beat, because post-orgasm relaxation is different from any other kind of relaxation I’ve ever experienced. “Learned that little tidbit while you were stealing my virginity. You’re no better than a pirate on the wavey seas.”

“And you’re the ship I wanted to conquer?” Chuckling, he strokes my legand inches close enough to my core to make it tingle anew. “Odd analogy, but okay. You still haven’t had dinner.”

“No.” I crack my eyes open and yawn. “And I’m hungry, too. But you’re not going downstairs to cook me a meal. You’ll sneak out and visit with people I said you’re not allowed to visit.”

“Controlling already?” He leans over and presses a gentle kiss to my belly. “Red flags, Emeri.”

I choke out a laugh, only to cringe when the action pushes a glob of cum onto my thigh. “Ew.”

“Notew.” He wipes up the mess and follows it with his tongue. “Delicious. I’m gonna save you in my phone under‘the most infuriating red flag I’ve ever known’.”

“Says the guy who forged a marriage certificate and didn’t tell me.” I move to my elbows and hold his eyes when I know he’d prefer to look away. “That line you gave me at Felix’s wedding, about the guards protecting Minka and Christabelle, but not me…”

His lips flicker with the ghost of a smile. “Lie.”

“And you asking me to marry you after that. All to cover your tracks.”

“Damage control. You announced in the bar we were engaged.”

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