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The pain in my chest intensifies. It’s hard to breathe. I want to run away with her in my arms, find a place where things between us can be as simple as we thought they’d be when she first arrived.
Only she wouldn’t be my paid date this time. And it wouldn’t be for one night.
She would belong to me. Mine. Forever.
But that’s not possible in my world, and now, whatever she’s gotten herself into, it’s not in hers either.
Blaze will want every detail from her. Anything less than a complete admission is unforgivable in his eyes. He’s probably standing outside the garage right now, listening for the truth.
If so, enjoy the show, dirty boy.
I freeze, then tighten my grip.
“I don’t leave my girl,” I slip two fingers inside her, slow and deep. “Even if she keeps secrets. Even if she tests my patience.”
“Please,” she quivers, pressing back against the wall, bound, begging, trusting me with every inch.
I push my fingers deeper inside her. “But I have to have my girl’s loyalty. Otherwise, there can be nothing between us.”
She gasps, struggling to keep her composure, but her voice shakes as she says, “I shouldn’t have asked you to meet me again without telling you about Bambi.”
“Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere.” I reward her by stroking her velvety inside, hitting the G-spot, and massaging it until her hips are rocking and she’s moaning. “If you want more, give me more.”
“Oh—okay,” she whispers, thinking, then says, “If you can leave the past in the past, and forget about it.” She inhales sharply as I thrust again. “You have it. Lucian, you have all of me.”
Deliberately slow, I rob her of my fingers.
“No!” Her jaw drops open, her lashes fluttering as she comes to. “Don’t stop.”
I want her like this, aching for me, begging for the release only I can give her.
I stare at her face as I unknot the ropes around her breasts. The only sound in the garage is our heaving breaths and the silk sliding through my fingers. I unlatch her cuffs from the iron circles over her head, but I leave them on.
Grabbing her wrists, I tug. “Come with me,” I guide her over to the black leather pommel horse, arranging her so her stomach is pressed into the padded top, arms hanging down in front of her. “Bend over so I can see every inch of that beautiful body of yours.”
Freeing myself from my pants, I step in front of her, cock bare and eager.
“You’re going to stay just like this,” I command, nodding at her spread limbs. “Bound. Beautiful. Open.” I press my head against her entrance, but hold.
She tries to arch into me, “Please,” but I hold her hips tight. Denying her.
I smooth my flattened palm from her waist to the base of her neck. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” she pants. “I want you.”
I slide in fast and hard, “Then take me, baby,” hard enough to make her choke with a gasp, then pull her towards me as I slam my hips forward, entering her entirely. I grip her hips tighter, pulling her deeper until I bottom out.
“This pussy is mine,” I rumble against her neck. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she pants. “All yours.”
“Like you said, the past is in the past.” I sharpen each thrust, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, so I’ll leave marks for tomorrow.
A reminder that she’s mine.
I fuck her harder, each stroke punishing and possessive. The edge of the bench must be digging into her belly, padded as itis, but she doesn’t hold back, not at all, meeting me stroke for stroke, pushing her ass back greedily.
I yank her head back by her hair, moving her mouth under mine. I hover over her. “No more lies.”
