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I don't know what comes over me, but I suddenly push back against his hand, and he lets out a grunt of surprise. I wiggle out of his hold and roll over, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him down.

"You think you can just take what you want?" he snaps.

"Maybe you need to learn a lesson too."

I yank him closer and press my lips against his, our breaths mingling as we struggle for dominance. It's a messy, heated kiss. I need him to feel what I've gone through, even if only for amoment. As our lips part, I see the confusion in his eyes before his anger transforms into something else—understanding.

My heart races as Cole takes control once again, pulling off my shirt and tossing it to the floor. His lips crash onto mine with even more force than before, and I can't help but melt into his touch.

But before I have a chance to catch my breath, he flips me back over and roughly tugs down my pants and panties down further until they're bunched around my ankles. The cool air hits my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine.

He's not gentle as he positions himself between my legs and rips open a condom packet. Without another word, he slams into me, causing me to cry out in both pleasure and pain.

He doesn't hold back, his thrusts hard and unforgiving. But I welcome the roughness; it's almost a punishment for everything I've been holding inside. With each penetration, I feel myself losing control more and more.

His grip on my hair tightens as he leans down to press his lips against mine once again, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. Our bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm, sweat dripping from our skin as we surrender to the primal desires that have consumed us.

“That’s a good little girl. Take it. Take all of it.”

I'm lost in the moment, unable to think of anything else but the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel alive.

Our moans mingle together as we both approach our release. And just when I think I can't take anymore, Cole bites down on my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark before groaning out my name and finding his own release.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breathing. Cole rolls off of me but pulls me into his arms, his chest rising and falling rapidly against mine.

But as the adrenaline fades and reality sets back in, he pushes me away and stands. He doesn’t even look at me as he puts himself back together.

“You’re hurting him. Make things right, spitfire. The next punishment won’t be so…pleasurable.”

And with that, he leaves me alone with my thoughts.

Chapter 20

Grayson

Tessa stands in front of me, arms crossed and determination written all over her face. For the third time this week, she’s cornered me about taking Zeus for a walk, and for the third time, I’m regretting ever hiring such a stubborn woman.

"I’m serious, Grayson," Tessa says, her arms crossed and her expression resolute. She stands just inside the doorway, blocking my retreat. "Zeus needs this.Youneed this."

I glance down at the leash in my hand, the leather stiff and unfamiliar. The damn thing feels heavier than it should, like it carries the weight of something I’ve been avoiding for far too long.

“I don’t see why this is necessary,” I say, my voice clipped. “Zeus is perfectly fine in the yard.”

Tessa shakes her head, exasperation flashing in her eyes. “A fenced yard isn’t the same, and you know it. You’ve been making excuses for days, but it’s time. He trusts you now. Give him a chance.”

I open my mouth to argue, but the look she gives me shuts me down. It’s not the first time I’ve faced her resolve, and I’ve learned by now that once Tessa sets her mind to something, there’s no talking her out of it.

“Fine,” I grumble, gripping the leash tighter. Zeus sits by my side, his ears perked and tail thumping against the floor as if he knows he’s won. “But if he so much as looks at me wrong, this is on you.”

Tessa smirks, unbothered by my reluctance. “Noted. Now go.”

I let out a heavy sigh, pulling open the door. Zeus bounds out ahead of me, his energy a sharp contrast to the dread settling in my gut.

“I hate this,” I mutter under my breath.

“Sure you do,” Tessa calls after me, her voice laced with amusement.

The leash feels heavy in my hand as I step out into the crisp evening air, Zeus padding beside me. His nails click-clack on the sidewalk, a rhythm I once found comforting now feels like a metronome counting down time I can't get back.

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