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He bristles. “Enough.”

“Don’t pretend like it was part of your assignment.”

“And what’s your excuse?” He stalks back until his massive head is in my face yet again. “You didn’t fuck me for some virtuous reason! You did it because underneath all your righteous mafia princess bullshit is a starving little cunt, dying to be fed?—”

His head jerks as my palm strikes the side his smug face, the hit forceful enough for the crack to echo through the room.

Chapter 22

Harper

My right hand throbs, and my lungs heave for oxygen like I just ran a mile. That must be the adrenaline born of striking a jackass.

Besides my recent orgasms, that slap is the most involuntary experience I’ve had in a while. The satisfaction, confusion, and horror the act elicits all but overwhelms me.

Cian touches his cheek with one hand, rubbing the skin like he’s assessing the damage I’ve done to his perfect face.

Eerie silence falls over us.

A dangerous gleam enters Cian’s eyes. “You wouldn’t like it if I slapped you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Careful of my aching hand, I cross my arms. “But you wouldn’t like it if I ruined your perfectly fine life.”

“That isexactlywhat you did to me.”

I open my mouth to retort, but it’s too late. Cian closes the distance between us in a millisecond and grabs me, and for the first time, I’m suddenly scared he might hurt me.

When I flinch away, he stares at me with a muscle ticking in his jaw. But though anger radiates from him in hot waves, his hands don’t dig into my skin. “I would never in a million yearshurt you, Harper. Not like that. Not after I spent half my life watching my father abuse my mother.”

The shock of that announcement is still sinking in when his smile turns wicked. “But I’m more than happy to hurt you in other ways. Especially if you beg.”

He tosses me face-first onto the bed like a blanket. Before I can even move, his hands appear at my waist and rip my jeans down to my knees with a vengeance. His rough, unforgiving fingers drag my ass up and toward the edge of the squeaking mattress.

“What are you doing?” I hate my breathy, slutty voice.

“Shut up.” His finger dips between my folds, and a low laugh skates across my skin. “Oh, Harper. I’m starting to think you like fighting with me.”

Half a second of rustling follows, and then the crown of his cock presses my clit like a doorbell.

I swallow down a moan. We haven’t even started, and this is already better than I remember.

And what I remember is out of this world.

I know I should close my eyes and pray for mercy, but instead, my defiant mouth opens and says, “If I…ruined your life—Mmph!”

Some combination of a squeal and groan escapes me when he rams his cock inside me.

Oh, god, my body’s already trembling.

“Oh, you definitely did.” Cian exhales a jagged, shaking breath, shoving himself all the way inside until I’m feverish in every place.

“Then why…” Already panting, I try not to enjoy him, but it’s a challenge. “Why are you fucking me?”

“Because you deserve to bepunished.” Lust and anger fuel his voice.

I drop my face into the sheets. This is the first time a man’s ever had me face down on my knees. Why does this submissive pose arouse me so much? Ugh.

“Oh, god,” I whimper against the fabric as Cian undoes me a little more with every thrust. My arms fold up beneath me on the inside of my knees.

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