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His lips bruise mine in their passion, but I give back as good as I get. As his hands grasp my ass, I lift my leg and curve it around his ass, pushing his throbbing cock against my pussy. We both groan at the sensation bolting through us. He thrusts hard and I close my eyes and nearly sob, a violent ache centered in my pussy now.

“Carly.” He whispers my name against my skin and then pulls back for a poignant second. His dark emerald eyes gleam, a question in their depths. I know what this is. He’s giving me a chance to put a stop to this, to pull away.

To tell him to get lost.

And that’s what I absolutely should do.

Right after I’m done fucking his brains out.

I grasp his hair and pull his lips back to mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY

MICAH

I’m losing my mind.

And it’s all her fault.

Carly rips her mouth away from mine and then her tongue on my pulse sends it skittering. A moan melts out of my mouth as my head drops back. She’s not soft or gentle with either. She nips and bites as she suckles my neck, her nails scoring my shoulders.

She leaves no hint as to the fact that she wants me. Badly.

How can she still want me?I capture her lips again, nipping ferociously at my hunger, pulling it back into mine. I kiss her hard and long until pressure builds in my chest. No chance to breathe here. No chance to escape.

She knows what a fraud I am now.Knows the entire disgusting backstory. And yet she’s still here, consuming me like I’m her favorite meal.

The feeling, the emotion piercing through me is indescribable.

Yet, I shove it away, focusing on the lust instead.

I decide she’s enjoying herself far too fucking much.

After that stunt she pulled, she needs a little punishment with her pleasure. And something tells me she just might enjoy that punishment too.

I pick her up and spin her around, carrying her into the bedroom. She holds on for dear life, attacking every piece of my skin with her mouth, and her hands while I try to maintain my sanity enough to find the fucking bedroom that is right in front of me. I grit my teeth when her tongue locates my nipple. As she surrounds it with wet heat, my cock jerks and weeps from need.

I ignore it, forcing thoughts of my own desire from my mind. If I focus on that right now, I’m going to lose it. Better I focus on her, and what she needs.

The minute I walk through the doors, I toss her onto the bed. She releases a sharp breath as she bounces on the mattress, and I grab her legs, tugging her closer. Her eyes meet mine, questioning, desiring. Her hands reach for me again, trying to pull me back, to use me to sate that ferocious need raging in her eyes.

And God almighty, there’s nothing I want more than to be the object that slakes her lust.

Except maybe to be the one to stoke it even higher.

I bend over her to grasp both her wrists and hold them above her head. Then I single-handedly undo and tug off my belt, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Intensity blazes from her gaze, and it only gets worse when she realizes what I intend to do. As I begin to wrap the belt around her wrist, her mouth falls open, and breaths pass quickly through her lips in short pants.

It gets worse when I tie her bound hands to the metal rungs of the headboard.

Then, I slide my hands down her arms, watching the goosebumps break out over her skin, admiring her soft shivers at my touch.

So beautiful. Such a tigress, but at the same time a soft pussy cat.

She swallows as she watches me, waiting, wanting.

“Do you remember what the safe word is?” I whisper.

Her mouth falls open again and only a single breath passes. At first, I think that means she doesn’t remember. But then she finally admits in a voice tight and airy, “Banana.”

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