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But at this moment, I don’t care.

Chapter Eleven

RACHEL

His rhythm is relentless, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. Pressure builds inside me, a pool of heat that grows with each stroke. But it’s his gaze—those piercing blue eyes burning into my soul—that threatens to send me over the edge.

“Bracken,” I gasp out as he slides deeper into me.

“That’s it,” he whispers, increasing his pace again. “Let go for me, Rachel.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I clench around him, my body trembling as waves of pleasure seize me.

Through it all, Bracken never breaks eye contact. “Fuck, Rachel,” he grunts.

His thrusts become uneven, punctuated by heavy breaths and low growls.

The sight of him losing control sends another wave of pleasure rushing over me. I tighten my grip around him, pulling him closer as I whisper his name into the quiet room.

He presses a kiss to my lips before slamming into me one final time. His grip on my hips is bruising as he spills inside me.

“Rachel…” he growls.

He collapses next to me, our bodies tangled together in a warm mess of sweat and satisfaction. We lie there in silence. The flames in the fireplace flicker, and my body feels like it’s still humming with energy.

Bracken still lies next to me. He traces a circle around my hip.

It feels good, his touch.

But I still hate him.

Despite the orgasm he just gave me.

I hate him.

Even more now.

Though the thought of doing this again and again kind of turns me on.

Okay.

Reallyturns me on.

I face him, meet his gaze, and?—

I jerk upward at the crash coming from downstairs.

Glass. Shattered.

Someone has broken into the bakery.

Bracken rises and tucks his dick back into his jeans. “Stay here,” he says as he grabs his shirt and heads toward the stairs.

Chapter Twelve

BRACKEN

Ipull on my shirt, not bothering with the buttons as I make my way toward the stairs. My heart is racing, but it’s not fear. It’s a sense of anticipation, a thrill that I haven’t felt in a while. It’s danger and uncertainty, and God, how I’ve missed it.

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