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“Anton.” I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. The vulnerability reflected in them shook me. “Anton.”

He growled like a fucking bear, and then I was on my back. My tablet was shoved aside, hitting the floor with athunk. Ten’s hand glided along my side to grip my hip. The other remained at the back of my neck, cupping gently as he kissed me like a man dying for love. All the fear and shame I had felt with other men I had tried to date vanished. There was no time to think all those troubling thoughts with Ten. There was only time to feel.

And, God, help me. This man knew how to use his hands and mouth. There was nothing clumsy or uncertain about the way he moved. There was an elegance to the slide of his hand and the tickle of his fingertips moving over my skin.

“Tell me how far I can go.” His fingers hesitated on the pearly buttons of my top. “I’ll stop whenever you want.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged. My body was on fire, and I wanted to know. I wanted to feel what he had to offer. I wanted to be worshipped and loved and left trembling and sated. “Please, don’t stop, Anton.”

He held my gaze as he plucked through the buttons of my top and bared my heavy breasts to his hungry gaze. No one had ever looked at me like that. Any worries I had that I was too big, too fat, too lumpy, too much fled. There was no mistaking the way this man wanted me.

I cried out in shocked excitement when he used both massive hands to squeeze my breasts together and buried his face against them. He flicked his tongue over my dark nipples and then sucked each one. His teeth glided over the sensitive peaks, and I curled my toes into the bed. My clit ached and throbbed as he enjoyed my breasts.

“Your tits are incredible,” he said, his voice thick and dark. “Fuck, Nisha. You’re even more beautiful than I had imagined.” He shot me a mischievous smile. “And I fucking imagined every night.”

“Tell me,” I urged, wanting to hear all the filthy things he had imagined about me.

His eyes sparked with amusement. “I thought about what it would feel like to slide my cock between your breasts, to hold them together like this and fuck between them until I came. I thought about my cum on your nipples, about the way I would mark you like the fucking dog I am, and then bury my face between your legs. You would make me lick your pussy until I earned forgiveness for making such a mess all over you.”

“Jesus,” I breathed out tremulously. I could see everything he described, and filthy as it was, I wanted to experience it.

“I dreamed about the way your thighs would feel against my ears.” He danced slow, sensual kisses along my breasts and then toward my belly. “I dreamed about gripping your waist and your ass while you rode my face. I dreamed about your pussy on my tongue, and my cock in your hand.”

“Anton.” I was panting now, thoroughly overwhelmed by the fantasies he shared. “You are a dirty, dirty boy.”

He smirked in that devilishly sexy way. “You haven’t even heard the wildest things I’ve dreamed about doing with you.”

“Show me,” I commanded, feeling suddenly bold. “Show me how much you want me, Anton.”

He nodded dutifully and began to peel my shorts down my body. I lifted my hips to help him. He tossed my shorts somewhere behind him. The dim glow of the lamp on my side of the bed cast just enough light on us, and I knew he could see everything.

His brow furrowed, and he froze in place. His pained gaze lifted to mine, and I managed not to look away in shame. The pain in his eyes turned to blazing fury. His jaw worked, and he glowered at the scars carved into my body like a map of torture. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

I believed Ten when he said that. If he got his hands on Kiki, he would tear him apart, piece by piece, for all the pain and torment he had caused me.

Ten shifted until he was beside me, gazing into my eyes. He gently stroked my face and then kissed me so lovingly. He carefully caressed my body while kissing me senseless. He still wanted to fuck me—that much was evident by the rock-hard erection jutting against my belly—but he was taking his time now. He was showing me that I didn’t have to fear him and that he wasn’t turned off by the ugliness marking my body.

“You are the strongest person I have ever met,” Ten whispered against my lips. “Do you know that? Do you know how incredible you are? To have survived all this and come out on the other side as the powerful, sexy, successful woman you are today?”

He wasn’t blowing smoke at me. He was serious. The way he looked at me with that smoldering gaze did crazy things to my heart and my mind. He was telling me all the things I struggled to believe about myself. He was showing me that I was worthy and deserving of the life I had fought so hard to rebuild.

“I’m starting to believe it.” I touched his jaw, the rough stubble rasping my fingertips. “You’ll have to keep reminding me.”

“Every day,” he promised before claiming my mouth in a sensual kiss that left me dizzy with lust. He took his time kissing and touching his way back down my body. He kissed every scar he found, and I had tears in my eyes from the tender sweetness.

When he made it all the way down to my toes, he kissed right back up my legs. This time his lips were teasing and ticklish. I breathed faster as he drew closer and closer to where I ached the most. He grabbed my thighs in both giant hands and shoved them wide open. My face flared with heat as he gazed down at me.

Should I tell him? That no one had ever done what he was about to do? That I had never known the caress of a lover’s tongue down there?

Another face—an ugly, twisted hateful one—flashed before my eyes, and I slapped it away, refusing to let that asshole Kiki ruin my night with Ten. With my Anton.

“Your pussy smells so good.” Ten didn’t shy away from saying exactly what he thought. It affronted my modesty, made me shiver with shock, but I couldn’t ignore how wanton it made me feel. “I have to taste you.”

He swiped my slit with his tongue, and I cried out at the delicious contact. I arched into him, and he chuckled darkly before settling one hand on my belly and the other on my hip. His giant hands branded me with their heat, and I never wanted to forget what it felt like to be held by this powerful man.

“Fuck.” He groaned and then flicked his tongue over my clit. When he sucked it gently between his lips, I nearly died. Pleasure burst behind my eyelids, and I gripped his covers in my hands. Ten nuzzled his face into me, licking and suckling and driving me crazy.

Lost in the sheer joy of it, I closed my eyes and let go. I let go of the shame, the embarrassment, the lingering traumatic pain. I let go of it all and sank into the moment. This frenzied, passionate lovemaking with the man of my dreams.

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