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My cock throbbed in response, hardening.

“I like it when you force me into submission,” she said. “CNC. I’d like to try more of that. I know my safe words. And I’m sore, but I don’t think you gave me everything you could have.”

“Oh, I see,” I said carefully, my expression stilling with a dangerous smile. “You can’t handle everything I could do to you.”

“How would you know?”

A soft growl left me and I tossed the toys I’d brought to the side. I lunged for her, but she was fast. I snatched the edge of her robe, but it slid off her as she rolled off the bed.

“See,” she said, backing away with a taunting grin. “You can’t catch me.”

“Kneel,” I said, standing up.

She backed all the way up to the door. “Make me.”

The tension between us overflowed, and I moved fast. Pepper squealed as I reached for her, and she took off running down the hall.

Oh, it’s on.

THIRTY

SALT

She was fucking fast.

“Pepper,” I growled, chasing her through the apartment.

Her laughter was a taunt. She was quick, but I still could anticipate her next move. She went right for the living room, and I snagged her elbow, yanking her back towards me.

Her elbow hit my stomach and I grunted in pain, and she froze. “Fuck,” she said quickly. “Are you okay? We didn’t negotiate that.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Keep trying to fight me. Fuck around and find out, Pepper.”

She didn’t hold back. I’d never asked her if she knew self-defense, but based on the way she swept her foot against my calf to throw my balance off, she knew the basics.

Pepper wriggled out of my grip and ducked out of the way, giggling as she freed herself. A mix of excitement, frustration, and lust rolled into a ball as I stalked after her.

I was going to enjoy catching her and fucking her.

We were in the living room now, both squaring off around the coffee table. It was made of glass and the edges were sharp, and that genuinely concerned me.

We needed to pause.

“Yellow,” I said.

She stopped in her place. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I don’t like there being a table between us,” I explained, pointing to the open space behind her sofa. “The edges are sharp. I won’t catch you here and I don’t want us wrestling here. It’s too dangerous.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll go to where you’re pointing.”

Good girl.

The two of us moved to the other side of the couch, resetting. It was easy to fall back into the push and pull. My arms were longer than hers and I reached for her, grasping her arm. She spun fast, attempting to yank out of my grip with a scream.

“No!”

Fuck.Her shout went straight to my cock as she struggled against me. I grunted as the butt of her palm hit my chest hard enough that she nearly slipped away.

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