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“You’re a lawyer. Make it so I didn’t do it!” I demand.

“Lower your voice in my office,” he grits.

I take a slow breath and draw back. “Just tell me what you need from now on.”

“I need you to be a pillar of society. Someone who wouldneverdo such a thing to a person. We need total deniability. You hit him once for not letting Katie go. Done. You’re her boyfriend. Done. Everything else requires you to be the golden child. Make it happen.”

Katie

A door slams, waking me from a nap I’m not supposed to be taking. I lift my head from my book and scan around. Brad storms in and goes right upstairs, then comes down a moment later in his gym clothes.

He kisses my forehead. “I’m coming back later for you.”

“Brad?” I ask.

He doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, not slowing down for a second. Carter comes in a moment later, looks at how I’m set up on the couch, and gives me a quick-made meal. “Eat.”

“But he—”

“Don’t worry about him. Worry about me being alone with you and being determined to distract you from every homework assignment,” he says.

I blink at him. “Why?”

“Because it’s been more than an hour since I was inside you and I didn’t get to fuck your mouth or your ass,” he says.

I chuckle at his joke but as his brow lifts, I realize he’s being serious.

I eat quickly, then find him in the kitchen. He’s cooking something else. Probably a real dinner instead of a snack. Since he’s made it clear that he wants more of me, I decide to take the lead. I don’t get to often with my men. They like the hunt and the chase. They like to make me beg, like to bring me to the edge of my sanity or threaten to ruin me entirely and remake me in their image.

So when I sink to my knees in front of Carter, he just stares at me for a moment. “What are you doing?”

I open my mouth as I stare up at him. He takes a shaky breath. “Is this how you offer a blow job?”

“Would you rather put me on the table on my back and use me?” I ask.

He groans at the idea, but drops his pants, grabs my hair, and thrusts into my open mouth without questioning it. He’s only half hard, but it won’t take long to fix that. I lick and suck his cock, choking on him again and again because he doesn’t take it easy on me.

“So fucking good, doll. You’re meant to blow me. Every bit of you is so damn perfect,” he snarls while gripping my chin and fucking my mouth the way he needs.

I thought I had control, but he’s always in charge.

He pounds into my throat. I feel him again and again, choking me, gagging me, owning my throat and mouth the way only my men can. My eyes roll back as I stick out my tongue to take him deeper. Carter lets out a guttural groan, then jerks back, letting me drool over my chin.

His cock is right in front of my face, slick with my spit. He pulls me up and bends me over the counter. “You’re getting more than a fucking appetizer.”

He drags my leggings down to my ankles and thrusts into me hard and fast. He grips my hair and jerks my head back. My moans echo and spread through the kitchen, but there’s no pretending that this is about my pleasure.

It’s carnal need, which threatens to turn me into something more needy and demanding than myself. He slams into me on repeat, kissing and biting my throat. “Mine. You are mine. Fucking mine.”

“Carter!” I yelp as my hips bounce against the counter.

He lifts me higher, still holding me in place while my hair spills around me. “Say it!”

“I’m yours. I’m yours. Don’t stop.”

“Tell me how much you like it rough,” he demands.

I gasp and tremble as he fucks me harder, always harder, always deeper, like he can own me out of sheer will. I tell him everything he wants. That I love it rough, that I want him to fill me over and over again, that I can take it. That I crave it. It’s all true.

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