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“Did you f-fuck her?”

“Yes, and now I’m going to fuck you,” he growls.

“What? No!” I say, struggling against him.

He tosses me to the couch and shoves between my legs. I’m achingly bare beneath the shirt and his dirty smirk tells me he’s quite aware.

“No?” He brushes the thick ridge of his erection between my thighs, and I whimper before turning my head away.

“No,” I say, and he rears back with a furrowed brow.

It's silent for a moment and although I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking, I suspect I wouldn’t like it.

Finally, he pulls away and stands. Hastily, I cover myself ignoring the pang of regret as he moves around the couch. Did I just punish him or me?

“I’ll be back later,” he says gruffly, grabbing his keys and his vest.

Incredulously, I eye him before bouncing from the couch. “What? Where are you going?”

He tips his head to the ceiling before sighing and I falter. Am I in the wrong?

No! He is. Dang it.

“Look, baby girl. Here’s how this goes. You don’t ask questions that I can’t answer. Stay put. I’ll be back later.”

“Where you’re going is a question you can’t answer?” I think my eye is twitching again.

“Nope.” With that, he grabs the knob, and I round the couch.

“Wait!”

“What?” he growls, and I shrink before him.

Once again, he sighs before running his hand through his hair. “Fuck. Just watch T.V. or something.”

With that, he’s gone, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s punishing me. Why else would he leave me here alone?

Chapter 20

Wolf

My dick aches like a motherfucker as I slam out of the door. I have to remind myself of the hell her life has become because my girl doesn’t deserve any more anger.

However, I’m not used to being cock blocked and now I need to find something to take this aggression out on. Stifling a groan, I adjust my cock before mounting the bike.

It’s better this way. She’s got to be sore, and I didn’t exactly give her a choice. I made good on my promise, and I don’t regret it. Lillith Abernathy is mine.

Shit, I can still feel her skin as I gripped that ass and slid home. If I were a religious man, I’d say that angels fucking sang when I made her orgasm, again and again.

Thank fuck she doesn’t understand what she does to me because I shudder to think of what I might do if she asked. I’m so fucking screwed, but I don’t care.

I’ll take what she’s willing to give until the end, when she comes to her damn senses and walks away.

My throat burns at the thought, and I consider fucking her so good she never does but I know it’s only a matter of time. She doesn’t belong in my world and eventually she’ll realize it.

Groaning at the thought, I roll onto the highway relaxing as soon as I hit the gas.

As much as I’d like to hole up with Lilli, I need to figure out why the sheriff is all up in our business, or at least more than usual right now.

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