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“I’m many things, but a rapist is not one of them,” his voice has zero emotions as he replies, yet he’s visibly baffled that I’d think so.

Well, he’s no angel, either.

“Still, do you even realize just how fucked up your behavior comes across?”

“Of course I do!” he growls at me as his eyes darken, and I feel a throb between my legs.

Not the time!

Yet, I rock my hips, rubbing myself against his upper leg like a literal bitch in heat.

“Why aren’t you wearing any bottoms?” He grabs a handful of my ass and stops me.

Shit.

“I don’t have anything clean.”

“You did laundry yesterday.”

“I forgot.”

“It’s not because you hoped I’d watch?”

“No.”

“And if I reach down between your thighs I won’t find you wet for me?”

“No.”

He hums. “You know what happens to the naughty girls when they lie so blatantly?”

“They get spanked,” I reply instantly.

He ruptures in laughter, thick and throaty, sounding so adorable that I have to join him.

“Not what I was thinking, but let’s go with yours.”

As soon as he finishes talking, I already feel a sting on my butt cheek. He then massages the spot, making me all squirmy.

Maybe I’m crazy, but everything about him is pulling me closer. Just like a moth to a flame. I know I’ll burn, however, I’m incapable to save myself from his deadly magnetism.

But I canplayhard to get and save the face.

“You better not think I’ll forgive you that easily, though. You’ve got so much groveling to do, mister.”

He slips his hand down my rear right to my hot center where his digits lazily circle around my pulsing nub, yet never directly stimulating the sweet spot.

“Is this a good start?”

“You have to try harder,” I say and the nextthing I know is me crying out in pleasure as he puts some pressure exactly where I need it.

“Mmmm, I love the way you sound when I please you,” he rasps against my throat.

He lifts my leg from his pelvis and moves it to the opposite side, opening me up. He props himself on his elbow to get a better view, and I feel his fingertip at my dripping entrance.

Fuck.

I want him to put it inside me so badly. That could never happen, of course, because of his claws. But is he thinking about it, too?

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