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I need it all.

Adam’s grip tightens on my thighs as he fucks me ruthlessly. And as my lips part with the start of a scream, he covers my mouth and forces me to swallow it. Brutally fucking me. Muting me. Taking me.

With a final thrust, he jerks, and his fingers grab my face as he comes. Darkness cloaking his expression, but I don’t need to see him to know what he’s doing to me. Breaking me apart piece by piece and uncovering every fantasy I didn’t know I had.

Adam leans forward, kissing my neck through the final pulses of his release.

I wish he’d kiss my lips instead of peppering my collarbone. But it’s for the best. I’m falling for a ruthless Christmas devil, and if he kissed me, there really would be no turning back.

9

Adam

“Thisisn’taroom.” Lake’s eyes are wide as she looks around. “My entire apartment could fit in here.”

The moment the words come out, she clamps her mouth shut and her eyes dart to me. She’s getting worse about burying her true identity. Something I might not notice if I didn’t already know she’s not her sister.

And if she’d been paying attention tonight, she might have learned that fact when I accidentally called her by her real name as I fucked her on the table at the show.

The show.

I go to them some years, others I don’t. Watching people fuck isn’t nearly as interesting as doing it. But something about watching Lake take it all in. Her innocence painted her cheeks with the prettiest blush. It made me want to defile her just to see if she trusted me enough to let me.

Not sure what it says about either of us that she did.

But she was beautiful spread out on the table with my cock buried deep inside her. Drenched from me teasing her all day with that vibrator. Turned on from what was happening onstage. Shaking from me fucking her.

Absolute perfection.

“It’s fine.” I watch her circle the room.

“Fine.” She scoffs. “You and I have very different definitions of the wordfine.”

I’m sure we do, seeing as I grew up around this shit, and it means nothing to me anymore. Possessions are just that. One of the many ways Lake’s and my worlds are so far apart.

My stomach twists, and I close the door behind me, trying to bury the knot forming.

Lake stops at one end of the room and leans against the dresser, once more scanning my bedroom with wide eyes. I’d like to see the world like she does. With honesty, purity. With a heart beating in my chest.

She shouldn’t be here.

In the manor or in my room.

Mixing her into my life is nothing but trouble when I should be getting her out of my system. But every moment I spend with her makes me hope for things not possible when you come from a family like mine.

“Here.” I walk past her and try to ignore the vanilla scent that clouds her very existence.

Sweetness. Sex.

One inhale drags me to a hell there’s no escaping.

Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the faucet and start filling the bathtub. I’ve fucked her twice in the past twenty-four hours, and I haven’t gone easy on her. Not to mention torturing her with a vibrator. The least I can do is draw her a bath so she can relax.

Lake follows me into the bathroom, her eyes moving from me to the tub.

Once it’s full, I turn off the faucet and light a couple of candles, tempted to drip these over her bare breasts. But this isn’t about me. This is for her.

I walk up to her and plant a kiss on her temple. Her soft skin makes me weak, and it’s not a feeling that settles easily with me, so I pull back.

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