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“I do,” I whisper, craving him more and more. I can’t manage this insatiable thirst. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his cock hits my sweet spot over and over again. I already feel the climb building, shocked at how quickly this man unravels me.

I love his cock. I love the way he drives into me. I feel so fucking full that I am afraid no man will ever make me feel this good again.

I don’t want any other man to make me feel this way.

He keeps thrusting, his hand on my hip as he pounds into me like a wild man, and I bite my hand, attempting to hold back the loud screams trying to rip from my throat.

“When he touches you next time, I want you to remember how it’smewho makes you come undone. That it’s my cock you crave.” Then he slaps my ass hard.

It’s not fair that Ford punishes me this way. That he leaves his imprint every time and has me craving more.

But, fuck me, I don’t know what’s right anymore as a haze overtakes my vision and rational thinking.

He slaps me again, no doubt leaving his handprint there. I yelp. The pain explodes and rips my orgasm from me. I see stars, and tears track down my face as I come.

Hard.

And everything else becomes irrelevant.

Once again, it’s only me and Ford.

CHAPTER 24

Ford

Ipull out of her, rubbing my cock through the mix of our cum, fixated on the sight and memorizing every inch of her. I grab a paper towel and hand it to her.

I feel the moment her anger returns, it’s a palpable tension around her. I can’t say I had the intention of fucking her senseless in here, especially with almost everyone we know being here, but it happens so quickly every time. I internally reprimand myself because I don’t want Billie to feel like I’m using her to sate my vices, but I can’t control myself around her. I tried to seem unfazed by Matthew and her speaking, but the moment she seemed amused by something he said, it stomped on my last fucking nerve. He’s lucky he’s not leaving in a body bag and the only reason I was able to refrain was because I promised her this would be a secret. If I killed the man talking to her, then it’d be pretty fucking obvious.

She turns around and starts wiping between her legs as I take care of my own cleanup. When she finally raises those stunning eyes to me, I know she’s mad.

But selfishly, I love it when she’s mad. It makes me want to fuck her all over again.

“So let me get this right. You want what’s between my legs but don’t want me?” she says.

I want her. Of course, I want her, But not the way she wants me to want her. I can’t allow myself that luxury of an alternative world where she could be mine. But, fuck, I wish I could rein in my impulses. The moment she stepped into the club in that red dress, I wanted to tear it off her. I was lucky I was able to restrain myself enough to not actually do it.

I wouldn’t even give a shit as to who might notice what’s going on between us. But she wants us to remain a secret. I just want her. But I can’t tell her that. Can’t give her hope. And I’m a selfish bastard for calling her in here. But I was fucking jealous. I either had to mark and fuck her or kill that fucker. Both are unreasonable reactions. Both were equally tempting.

“I want you,” I growl, meeting her eyes as she stares me down. My response only makes her angrier. I won’t let her move on, but I won’t give her what she wants, either.

I’m the actual fucking worst.

The more I push her, the more I hope she’ll finally end this thing. It’ll be like cutting off a limb, but I’ll manage… I think. I’ve overcome addictions before. I just don’t have the self-control to stop supplying myself with this one.

She laughs, the sound menacing and vile.That’s my girl.

I can sense it coming before she even says it. And although I knew it’d feel like a noose around my neck, it does nothing to lessen the impact of her words.

“It’s over between us. This was the last fuck you’ll get from me,” she says, as I throw the towel in the trash and then zip my pants up. Her dress is already perfectly readjusted, the slit running up the side showing off her sexy fucking legs. Everything about her is perfect.

We’re both hypocrites. She tells me she needs more. And in the next breath, she’s telling me we’re done. And I do everything I can to solidify her resolve for her.

I smile, and I can tell it absolutely fucking infuriates her. “Is it?” I ask cockily.

She slaps me across the face. Hard. My cock twitches excitedly, but I make sure not to react. She’s furious, tears welling in her eyes as that savage rage boils over. “Yes, it is. And forget about texting me. We’re done.”

She turns then and throws the towel over my head, missing the bin. She curses and pulls open the door, poking her head out first to make sure no one is there before she slips out.

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