Page 169 of Exes and Oh Hell No

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She whimpers, shifting away.

I chuckle, gripping her hips, dragging her back. "Nuh-uh, baby," I murmur. "Let me see."

She shudders. "F-Ford…"

I press my lips to the inside of her knee. "What’s wrong?"

"You… you…" She huffs a breath, flopping onto the mattress. "You ruined me."

I smirk.

I ruined her.

She’s wrecked. Spent. A fucking mess.

But she loved every second of it.

I kiss her ankle, my grip still firm on her thighs. "You asked for it, baby."

She groans, dragging a pillow over her face.

I pull it off. "Nuh-uh. Don’t hide from me now."

Her eyes narrow. "I hate you."

I chuckle.

"You love me," I murmur, dragging my thumb over the fresh bruises on her hips. "You love when I fuck you like this."

She whimpers but doesn’t deny it.

I press my lips to her knee.

"Next time you feel like acting like a brat," I murmur, "remember what happens when I have to remind you who you belong to."

She glares at me. "You’re insufferable."

I grin, biting down lightly on her thigh. "And you're mine."

She huffs a breath, looking at the ceiling.

"The wedding is tomorrow."

I hum. "And?"

"And I can’t move."

I chuckle. "You’ll be fine, baby."

She groans. "You’re a monster."

I grin.

But I don’t deny it.

Because we both fucking know she loves every second of it.

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