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I don’t know how I’ll react next time he takes my wrists like that or puts his weight on me from behind. I could have thesame reaction as I just did, but with any hope, it’ll be easier. Now that I know I can stop him. Now that I know how he truly feels and that I am safe with him, hopefully this panic becomes part of my past and no longer a part of my present. In its place will be strength, conviction, and love.

A love I still don’t know how it will work, but I have to trust him. Just as he said.

And I do. How wild is that?

Our tongues dance and twist, our lips moving as our motions become more frantic. He pumps into me, one hand squeezing my ass to hold me up, the other around my neck and up my jaw. It’s possessive. It’s demanding. He controls the way our kiss goes, how I tilt my head, and how deep he fucks me because he’s not giving me any room to move. Our bodies are flush, my tits crushed to his chest.

He doesn’t stop kissing me. Not for a moment. Not even as it becomes harder and harder for us to catch our breath. My orgasm starts to build, a slow-burning flame that grows and grows into an unstoppable fire.

I feel him inside of me, my body clenching around him, and his eyes close. He grips my ass tighter and moves his hand from my neck and jaw down to my hip. He steadies himself and thrusts harder, pulling my body deeper against his. A lightheaded, euphoric swell rises within me. Something white-hot and delicious that curls low in my belly and promises something explosive.

He kisses over my pulse and hums in satisfaction. “Mine,” he whispers against my skin. “This neck, Cinderella. I’ve been obsessed with this neck for five years.” His hand plants over my chest, over my heart, and his eyes seek mine. “You. I’ve been obsessed with you for five years. Only a total masochist would fall for a woman who hates him so entirely.”

I smirk only to gasp into a moan when he does some kind ofmove with his hips that hits me just right from the inside and the outside.

“All this time, I kept trying to figure out how to make you as tangled with need as I felt anytime I was near you.”

“What did I tell you about clingy guys?” I cry out as I grind myself deeper and harder onto his dick. The way this man fucks just absolutely slays me. As if sensing that, he shifts my weight into both hands, cupping the globes of my ass.

“You want to see clingy, baby? I’ll make you fucking desperate.”

And he does. He pounds into me, our wet skin slapping like one of his toe-curling punishments. This one I’d gladly take over and over. I’d let him do fucking anything, and he knows it. He just proved it. But this is different, and I know that too.

I do my best to bounce. It’s not easy. Let’s be real about it. But I try, and I rock into him and use the wall to help me along.

“Rub your clit, baby. I want your lips on mine and your moans down my throat when you come.”

I don’t hesitate. My hand slips between our joined bodies, and I rub my clit in tight, fast circles. He growls, feeling my hand move so close to his dick.

“Fuck, I have to see this.”

Pulling back slightly, his gaze travels down and snags on my hand moving like a tornado. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he starts to match the pace of my fingers with his thrusts. The look of determination and concentration on his pinched brow might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and all too soon, waves of euphoric bliss come over me, and I’m coming, bearing down on his cock while grinding and rubbing my way to an orgasm that has me gasping for air I can hardly catch.

His face meets the crook of my neck, and he sucks on me there as he comes in me, his body jerking and gripping me tighter, holding me closer. I feel his hand on my side before it slowly winds its way to my front and then lower where it meetsup with my thin, white scar. My breath catches as his fingers move over it as if he knows exactly what that jagged thing is. He must. Without me telling him, he must know.

“I’ve got you.”

I nod. It’s all I’ve got left.

“Do you hate me for what I just did? Did I go too far? Did I not walk you through it enough?”

“No. It’s what I needed and never would have been able to ask for. Thank you for talking to me while you did it. That helped me I think.”

“Love you, my beautiful Wren. My perfect Cinderella. The prize I never thought I’d win.” His eyes find mine. “Not in a million years did I think you’d be mine.”

I tilt my head and throw him a saucy look. “Who said I am?”

A smile spreads across his lips, and he swats my ass. “Fucking brat.” He lands a hard kiss on my lips. “Who said I was giving you a choice?”

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“Are you suggesting we’re…” She can’t even say the word.

“Together? Yes.”

She shakes her head with a laugh. “Jack, we can’t be together.”

I fold my arms over my naked chest. I’m only wearing a towel, and she’s in a lacy thong and matching bra. This does not feel stacked in my favor. “Why not, Wren? Seriously, tell me why not.”

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