Page 44 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

“You don’t just go and pay my debt, do you understand?” Nicola bent in closer. They were nose to nose. “I pay my debts.”

“That’s not a debt you should have to pay,” Abagail whispered, her heart thundering. “It’s not a burden that you should have.”

“Burden?” A deep line formed in the center of Nicola’s forehead. “Who said my sister was a burden?”

“No one.” Abagail dashed her tongue out, trying to find any words that might make this better, that might actually explain whatever it was she was feeling. Not that she could manage that. She didn’t even understand it. “No one said that.”

“Then why would you assume that?”

“I-I shouldn’t have.” Abagail’s fingers itched. She wanted to move, to do something—anything. But she had no idea what that should be. “But it shouldn’t fall to you.”

“But it does,” Nicola answered sharply. “And you can’t buy me. I’m not for sale.”

Nicola took a sudden step backward, her nostrils flaring. Abagail couldn’t have that. She shot her hand out, grasping Nicola’s wrist and tugging her straight back.

“I’m not trying to buy you.” Abagail’s breath left her. How could Nicola think that? After everything they’d done together, after all the time—she stopped that thought. They hadn’t really gotten to know each other. Not yet. “I’m trying to give you the chances and opportunities that you never had. Because you deserve them, Nicola. And life dealt you a shitty hand, one you didn’t deserve. And if I can make just one damn thing right for you, then I will.”

“I don’t need you.” Nicola stepped in close, turning Abagail so her back was pushed against the wall. She breathed deep, pressing her nose against Abagail’s neck. Abagail’s pulse raced under the tender touch.

What was happening right now?

Abagail couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Nicola pressed her thigh between Abagail’s legs, pushing hard against her and sending pleasure throughout her body in waves. Gasping, Abagail grabbed hold of Nicola’s hips and held on because she was pretty damn sure that her knees were going to give out.

“Iwantyou,” Nicola growled the words, her lips moving against Abagail’s neck.

The groan that left Abagail’s mouth was guttural. She tossed her head back and dropped her body down to grind against Nicola’s thigh.

“I choose to be here.” Nicola scraped her teeth across Abagail’s neck.

Abagail shuddered in response, digging her fingers into Nicola’s sides to keep herself upright. She’d do anything that Nicola told her to do right now. Whatever wall she’d heldbetween them before was smashed under their feet. Nicola held all the power, all the control. And Abagail was ready to give it up to her.

Nicola pressed her palm fully against Abagail’s breast, squeezing hard enough to cause a bit of pain. Abagail’s underwear was soaked through. With her lips parted, she opened her eyes. She wanted to see Nicola, to know what this full power looked like on her. Would she be drunk on it? No, Abagail didn’t think so.

She’d have it tightly controlled, wrapped around her fingers to pull the strings one by one.

“Grind me,” Nicola commanded. She used the flat of her tongue, sliding it up Abagail’s neck and across her jaw. “Come apart.”

Abagail scrunched her face up.

“Iownyou.” Nicola bit the underside of her jaw.

Abagail cried out, pushing her pussy harder against Nicola’s thigh. She trembled, her entire body coiling up and waiting for the match to be lit. And Nicola held the match between her fingers, poised and ready to strike but only when she wanted to.

Rutting her hips against Nicola’s thigh, Abagail held on with everything she had. She wanted this to last. She fought her body tooth and nail. She wasn’t going to let Nicola be in charge… not just yet. Shuddering, Abagail clenched her eyes shut tight and shook her head. She had to stop. That wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Nicola to consume her, to surround her, to control her.

Abagail cried out loudly. She gasped. She reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of Nicola’s neck and pulled her in as tightly as possible. Abagail couldn’t let go. She didn’t want to. She wanted Nicola to keep her there, pressed against the wall, against her, flying high on the pleasure that only Nicola could pull from her body.

“You’re mine.”

Her orgasm consumed her. Abagail’s entire body tightened, her breath rushing from her lungs. Nicola pressed their mouths together, tongues tangling wildly in a brutally uncontrolled kiss. Abagail clutched onto her, her head spinning from the pleasure that filled her entire body and took hold of all her senses.

She lost all track of time. When Abagail finally started to come to, Nicola was still kissing her, but it was gentle and soft, against her lips, on her cheeks, her forehead. Abagail relaxed, her eyes fluttering open, and she looked directly into those blue eyes—the ones that held her so firmly.

They stared. Long and deep. Abagail’s heart thudded loudly, her entire body tightly wrapped and holding on to Nicola. What was happening? She didn’t understand it. She breathed deeply, moving her hand to press her palm over Nicola’s heart, feeling its thundering response to the gentle touch.

I’m yours.

The words rolled around in her head. They tasted sweet on her tongue. They coated her throat.

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