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I’m losing control. This isn’t innocent. This is real. This is dangerous. And he’s made me do it.

I can feel my breath getting shallow, my body betraying me. My dad is going to kill me if he finds out. This is insane. But the more I try to push it out of my mind, the more my body craves it, craves him.

He kisses my throat, his teeth grazing my skin—hot and maddening—before trailing up my neck. His breath is warm and minty as he leans into my ear, hands still braced on the counter, keeping me caged in.

“Should I fuck you on a stranger’s counter?” he asks, sending a thrill right between my thighs. “Hm?” he presses while his right hand starts to slide up my leg, gathering the fabric of my dress along the way. “Let the police find us with my cock buried inside you?”

Chapter eighteen

~ARES~

Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide with fear and need, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her right now.

Not a goal.

Not a game.

Not a win.

Her.

I hold her tighter against the counter, making it impossible for her to breathe without feeling every inch of me pressed against her. Her breath is a mess of stutters, her eyes filled with excitement, hiding behind the fear of getting caught. She’s looking at me like she’s in danger. And she’s right. Even though there’s no police coming for us, no security on our heels, she’s in fucking danger because she hid crucial information from me.

I know who she is. I know who her father is, and I know the truth she didn’t tell me.

I’ve never been one to draw lines in the sand, but even I know I did something unforgivable last night. I should feel guilty for what I’m doing, for what I've already done. But all I feel is the need to take more from her until I’m in control again. Because right now, this girl has me by the balls. If she told me to drop to my knees and beg for her, I would. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give this girl, and even though she’s looking at me like she’s in danger, I’m the one who’s in fucking danger. Because she has the power to destroy me, to leave me a broken, scattered mess. And for the first time in my life, I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know how to shield myself. How to close myself off to it.

All I can do is pray that she’s merciful. That if she breaks me, she does it gently, like she does everything else. But I don’t deserve gentleness. I don’t deserve her tenderness. I’ve never been treated with care and don’t expect that to change. But Ifeelit with her, and it scares the fuck out of me.

And I should be angry.

Iamangry.

She introduced herself as just Irene. Not Irene Brown. She tried to hide it from us. Tried to hide it from me like I wouldn’t find out about it. There is guilt somewhere deep within me, yes. I owe everything I have to her father. I have taken so much from him, but I’m not done taking. Because I want his daughter, and I’ll fucking take that, too. Steal it if I have to.

I’m not going to punish her for keeping it from me. Not yet. She’s still too sore from last night. Her body’s not ready for what I really want to do, for what I’m planning once she can take it.

So, for now?

I grab a small, ripe strawberry from the tray as her eyes follow my every movement. I bring the fruit to my lips and sink my teeth into the stem. The leaves tickle the edge of my lip as I lower my head and offer the strawberry to her with my mouth. Her eyes widen, moving between the strawberry and me. She licks her full lips, a small smile playing on them.

I hover close, the fruit caught between us.

The invitation to take a bite is clear. I want to push her, but I also want to see her push back. I love seeing the panicked look in her eyes just as much as the hidden desire underneath it.

She hesitates for a second before leaning in. And then she bites, her teeth brushing against my lips, our breaths mingling.

And I don’t wait. I spit out the stem, grab the back of her neck, and press my lips to hers. The taste of the berry mixes between us, but it’s sour compared to the sweetness of her mouth. I plant tender kisses on her lips, waiting for her to swallow the strawberry before I deepen it. I don’t want her to choke. Not on a fruit. The vision of her on her knees for me flashes in my mind, and it’s enough to make me groan into her mouth and sink my teeth into her bottom lip.

I feel her knees go soft as her fingers curl into my shirt. Her small tongue snakes out to meet mine, clumsy but eager.

When I pull back, she’s gasping. Her eyes are glossy, her mouth is red, her lips glistening with strawberry and need. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I don’t give her a second to recover. Instead, I slide my hand up her thigh and below the hem of her little sundress. Her body tenses, bracing itself for the moment my fingers reach their destination. The soft whimper she lets out when my fingers brush against the soaked fabric of her panties is music to my ears. The sounds she makes at the first stroke of my fingers has my dick begging for more room to grow. I growl, lips still brushing hers, as I rub her slowly, letting her arousal build. I can trace the outline of her lips through her panties.

“Do you like it when I feed you?”

Her moan is a yes. I want every single fucking bite she takes to be from my lips, every breath she draws to come from mine. I want her to need me just as much as I fucking need her. I stroke in lazy little circles, letting her feel what we both know I’m about to do.

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