Page 101 of Pucking Sweet

I gasp, shoving against his chest. “Now you’re just beingrude.”

“It was wafting off of him,” he says, letting me push him back a step. “Two men in one week? Impressive. How many more contracts will be stacked next to your bed by Sunday night? I hear Henrik’s on the market.”

Hot rage boils through me. “Slut shaming? Really? That’s a new low, even for you.”

“Hey, there’s no shame in sex. If anything, I’m proud. Your dry spell is officially over, eh? I bet if I checked right now, you’d be wet asfucking rain.”

My rage turns cold as ice. “Touch me, and I’ll scream.”

He grins. “If I touch you again, the only thing you’ll be screaming is my name.”

“God, just getout, Lukas. Your jealousy bores me—”

He crowds me against the wall again, his hands slamming to either side of me, boxing me in. His caramel eyes are dark and heated. “Lie to me again,” he growls. “Do it, Poppy. Make my fucking week. Youlovemy jealousy. It turns you the fuck on, don’t even try denying it.”

My heart’s racing so fast, but I tip my head back. “Once again, you’re delusional.”

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me? You think I can’tfeelit? I feel your eyes on me. Watching me—”

“Stop.”

“Undressing me. On the ice, off the ice.”

“Why would I bother? You were utterly forgettable, remember?”

He leans away. His gaze trails down my body. “We both know you remember every single thing I did to you. You remember my tongue flicking your tits.”

“No, I don’t—”

“You remember how I held you up against the side of the goddamn ice machine and fucked you senseless,” he goes on. “And you remember the hotel room.”

“Total blank,” I whisper.

“Yougot that second condom, not me.”

“Stop,” I beg him.

“You wrapped your hand around my aching dick and slipped me inside your needy cunt.”

I shake my head, eyes closed, trying to banish the memories from my mind.

“Then you rode my dick until you came the fuck apart.”

“I said, stop.”

“Youstop.” He lowers his face until I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek. “Stop thinking about it. Stop squeezing the walls of that sweet pussy right now, dreaming about how I filled you.”

I open my eyes, looking up into his face. He’s teasing me, and it’s cruel. This is all still just one big game to him. What did he call it?Finders keepers? And apparently Colton is playing too. Well, I am not a toy for them pick up and fight over like children. “Just tell me what you want, Lukas. Why did you really follow me in here?”

“I want you to ask for it.”

“Ask for what?”

“Ask for more! Ask me to fill you again, and I’ll take you right here against thisfuckingwall.” He slaps the wall of faded posters next to my head, making me jump. “I’ll pound your cunt, and grab your hair, and bury myself inside this scent.” He fists a handful of my loose hair. Breathing it in, he groans again. “God, this fucking scent.”

I’m trembling. My locked knees are the only thing keeping me standing. “It sounds likeyou’rethe one aching to ask for more. Is that what you want, Lukas? You want another night in heaven with me?”

His body goes stiff as he lets go of my hair. “Don’t tease me.”

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