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“I’ve never seen anything so fucking incredible.” His lips are parted in wonderment, and his intense gaze heats me. When I glance down toward his cock, my body sinks when he’s already tucked himself away. Then I lift my head to face him, and he stares back at me with awe. Something catalytic passes between us, and in this moment, gazing into his blue eyes and into hissoul, I see the real man he is. He’s never done this before. I gave him a first, like he gave me.

“Have you ever …”

He shakes his head, then clears his throat and averts his eyes until they finally land back on me. “Not that I can remember, anyway.” His ears burn bright red, but his eyes remain locked on mine, and he swallows thickly. “My body calls to yours, Sienna. It shouldn’t, but it does. I only want you.”

“I only want you too,” I whisper. With tears swimming in my eyes, I know I can never have him, not how I want him, at least.

He uses his thumb to swipe a tear from my cheek before sucking it into his mouth.

“Let me rub my cum into you.”

His huge palms spread over my ass cheeks, and he gently massages them before using two fingers to paint me with his thick warmth.

“Do you ache?” he asks with a rasp.

My mouth turns to cotton at his question. He means my clit, and I nod. “Yes.”

His lip curls into a satisfied smile, then he removes his hands and drops my dress over my ass cheeks, causing my shoulders to slump, and I groan in disappointment.

“Good.” He grins, exposing the dimples he rarely shows, and I want to kick him in the balls for not taking away the ache between my legs. “Let’s get you home, and we’ll see what we can do about it.” Suddenly, I want nothing more than to return to the hell of Casa Forte. My body burns with anticipation of his promise.

Chapter Eleven

Sienna

My body is riddled with expectation as we head through the streets of California and back toward my home. The usual feeling of dread is missing. Knowing my father isn’t home and Stone has something in mind has me excited like never before.

After he covered me, he quickly threw on a hoodie and some sneakers, then grabbed his gym bag, and we headed through a back exit and to his SUV.

There’s something uniquely hot about a hulk of a man in a black hoodie with tattooed hands driving one handed, and I practically groan at the thought of him towering over me and taking what he wants.

His gaze shifts from the road to mine, then just as quickly back again.

“You said you haven’t done that before?” I chew on my lip, waiting for his answer as he stares ahead.

“Fucked someone’s ass?”

I nod.

“No, Sienna. I haven’t.” His eyes sparkle with mirth as they meet mine again. “You like that, Princess? My cock’s only ever been inside you?”

My eyes widen at his admittance. “Only me? You haven’t?” I swallow harshly. “What about other stuff?”

“Fucked someone’s pussy?”

I nod at his crudeness.

He scrubs a hand over his neck and shifts uncomfortably. “Not that I can remember.” Butterflies take flight in my belly.

“Wish I could own all of you.” His tone has turned solemn, and his eyes go back to the road, narrowing, and his grip tightens on the steering wheel.

“Me too,” I murmur, and mean every word. “Me too.”

Stone

I park the car in the staff quarters and help her out of the SUV. More than anything, I want to entwine my hand with hers, but I refrain from doing so since there are security cameras on the premises. Something Czar will be on the warpath about tomorrow when he investigates how the girls left the property in the first place.

We head toward the staff entrance, and I scan my hand over the door and push it open to give us access. I follow her inside, then she stops, making my lip twitch at the submissive way she waits for my instruction.

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