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“Take me to your bedroom. Please.”

He stands and guides my legs around his hips. Our mouths clash, trying to take possession of one another. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and rake my teeth over it. Instantly, the copper taste of blood hits my tongue.

“Goddamn it,” he groans, fisting my ponytail and tugging.

The pain only heightens my desire. Grinding the ache between my legs over his hardness, I moan loud enough for the sound to echo off the ceiling.

“We won’t make it to my bedroom if you keep this up.”

Winding my arms around his neck, I press my naked breasts to his chest, rubbing my puckered nipples over his skin. “I don’t care.”

With a grunt, he slams my back into the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. Pain arcs through me, painting my vision in vivid, visceral colors and amplifying the pulse between my legs. I capture his lips with mine as he guides me to my feet and drags my shorts and panties down my legs. Once I’m completely naked, he clutches my ass with both hands, making me spread my legs wide. Then he dives in, taking my needy clit into his mouth.

“Oh my God…” I cry, palming my breast and plucking at my nipple, adding more friction to my already aroused state.

He hooks my leg over his shoulder and works miracles on my nub, sucking, licking, teasing. Head thrown back, I dig my fingers into his hair. He’s all I feel, and I’m desperate for more.

A gentle suck is replaced by a hard one, and then he licks a line from my entrance to my clit, once, twice, more and more until my mind goes hazy. The second he plunges two fingers into me, I come.

My body trembles and squirms, but he doesn’t stop. He pumps into me, circling his tongue over my swollen clit. The fire in my lower abdomen flares, and intense liquid heat gathers and builds. If he doesn’t stop now, he’ll make me squirt.

“Your pussy is so fucking delicious.” He looks up at me, his eyes blazing, a devilish smile on his face. His fingers move relentlessly inside me, curling and hitting my favorite spot again and again, until I can’t take it anymore. Eyes clamped shut, I let go, squirting all over his fingers and the floor.

“Yeah, baby, give it to me,” he coos, his hot breath on my clit.

Once I come down, my breaths sawing in and out of my lungs, he stands and circles an arm around my waist. “I fucking love making you come, and when you squirt?Fuck. I feel like a goddamn king.”

“Proud of yourself, are you?” I cock an eyebrow.

“A little.” He nuzzles my neck, breathing me in.

“How about we take a shower?” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. Sex in the bathroom has always been one of our favorites. “Your pants are kinda ruined.”

“I kinda don’t care.” With a loud laugh, he scoops me into his arms and strides toward his bedroom.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, wanting no space between us, wanting nothing to separate us. Not now. Not ever.

It’s us. It’s always only been us. And that’s exactly how it should be.

CHAPTER 38

STRONGER THAN HATE

BELLA

October

Chewing on my bottom lip,I glare at my phone like it’s a mousetrap. Like the second I pick it up, it will cage me in. Like the moment I read the text waiting on the screen, it’ll hold power over me. Of course, she’d find out I’m back in Boston eventually, but I’m so fucking tired of this treatment, of her hatred. All I want is to move on.

I roll out of bed and head to the kitchen. Milo follows me closely. Coffee should help me clear my head. It’s the only thing I’m sure of right now: A healthy dose of caffeine will be my savior.

Once the coffee is brewing, I lean against the countertop and take a deep breath. I inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. It’ll all be okay. I won’t let her ruin my life. I won’t letanyonedestroy the peace I’ve worked so hard for. This happy, healthy life I’ve created is too precious to give up. Just the thought causes my chest to tighten. I close my eyes and replay my last talk with Dr. Khan.

Needing closure is normal. Could that be why you haven’t blocked your mother? Why you still let her get to you? Could itbe that you want to know why the woman who was supposed to be your biggest protector and supporter hates you?

Unfortunately, you may never get answers. When you’re ready, when her approval no longer matters to you, talk to her. Only then will she be powerless to harm you.

She’s right, but uncertainty is eating me alive. These stupid questions rear their ugly heads any time I hear from my mother.

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