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“I hate you.”

She issued the harsh words, but she was lying. I could tell by the raging scent of her continued desire and the way she jutted her hips forward.

“What am I going to do about how naughty you are?” I slid my heated gaze down to her voluptuous breasts as I planted a hand on the wall beside her. When I raked a single finger down the length of her neck, sliding it very slowly between her breasts, the raggedness of her breathing was the only sound in the room. Mylittle dove was shivering like a leaf, trying to remain in position, but she was losing the battle.

Her desire was too great.

“Let me go. That’s what you need to do,” she stated again.

“And where would you go?”

She had no answer to that.

“I’m going to keep you, Willow. And I will protect you.”

“Why? Because I’m nothing but your pawn?”

The answer needed to be something she would remember, words that could fully express how I felt about her. Good or bad.

“Because,” I started, “the moment you walked back into my life, I knew without a doubt you were meant to be mine.”

CHAPTER 13

Willow

Lust.

Passion.

Need.

They’d all washed together in this moment. He’d seen right through me, his smile suggesting he could read my mind or see straight into my soul. As disturbing at it truly was, the look in his eyes also kept the fire burning deep within my core.

“Tell me what you want, Willow. Be my good girl.” His demand had irritated me before.

No longer.

I was excited, my pussy throbbing. The hunger was driving me crazy, pushing me into thinking, feeling and even doing things I never would have thought of before. He was in such control over me that I was shaking like a leaf.

“Tell me.” His growl was even more exciting.

At least I could bask in his masculinity, raking my gaze down from the dark stubble covering his jaw to the exquisite bone structure of his shoulders and chest. Then I allowed my eyes to fall to his detailed tattoos, every one of them a creation of beauty. The deep V cut of his abdomen gave way to a deliciously thick and throbbing cock. How could he be rock hard so soon after we’d… fucked? I wasn’t certain what to call it, but the taste hadn’t been enough.

For either one of us.

“You want me. Say it.”

Was he asking or telling me?

I chewed on my lower lip, locking in on the glistening beads still covering his cockhead. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking his cock, even if I had no real clue what I was doing. I was flustered from the sight of his swollen balls, hanging low between his muscular thighs. He was a creation straight from the Greek gods. I was swooning more than I thought I would, heat rising across my jaw.

“Yes, I want you. I hate you but I want you. What does that make me?”

He seemed amused, breathing across my face as he lowered his head. “Perfect.” He captured my mouth, crushing his body against mine. The feel of his rock-hard cock was already driving me crazy. My mind might be a blur but I knew what I wanted.

Him.

Every inch.

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