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“Eli, I?—”

“I’m going to ravish you,” he warns, looking up at me through wet lashes.

I swallow hard. A small part of me should be mortified, but I’ve become so used to his wild demands and tastes that I just nod, letting him have me any way he wants—period or not.

He lifts my leg gently and places it over his shoulder, then he leans forward, his mouth finding my clit. He takes one long lick before he sucks it into his mouth.

Oh my fucking God.

My legs start shaking, and my hands grope along the tiled wall, trying to find something to grip onto, but there’s nothing. He continues licking and sucking, the pleasure washing through me.

It’s like heaven. I’ve had a man go down on me before, but never like this. Usually, it’s a few licks, and they’re done.

But not Eli. He keeps on going, even when my knee starts to buckle, and I know I can’t keep it up much longer.

“Eli,” I beg.

“No.” He pauses his assault on my clit to answer.

I know what he wants to hear, but I’m not willing to give it to him, even if he can make me see stars. I could make him see stars, too… with my guns if I shot him. But that would put a stop to the orgasm that is literally about to take hold of me.

And that would really be unfair.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, and I grab my tits and squeeze. He stands then, leaning in and kissing me on my lips.

“Next time you come, you will scream ‘husband.’” Then he lifts me up like a rag doll, holds me to him, and lowers me gently until he is fully inside me. And then he starts moving. I wrapmy arms around his neck as we continue to kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue.

Fuck, I’m in over my head with this man.

Eli Monti is gorgeous in the most perfect bad boy way.

I’m letting him fuck me, and he wants me to call him my husband.

A small part of me, no matter how hard I try to deny it, wants there to be truth in this claim.

And it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve experienced.

What have I gotten myself into?

CHAPTER 44

Eli

When she screams, it’s like music to my ears.

I want her to call me husband. Fuck, I never knew I wanted it so badly until I had her. But I do.

I fucking need it.

She goes limp in my arms, still wrapped around me, as my cum leaks out of her, mixed with her blood. I don’t know why, but lately, I’ve become more desperate to keep her by my side, as if she’s going to vanish any moment now. And that’s unnerving as fuck.

I like fucking her. Correction: I fuckinglovefucking her. I could eat that sweet pussy for days on end.

And I think she’d let me.

“You can put me down now,” she says weakly, not making any attempt at moving herself.

“I quite like where you are.”

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