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I throw my head back, a strangled noise escaping.
He’s devouring me as if I’m his last meal. He knows exactly how to unravel me and enjoys it too fucking much.
But I can’t hold it any longer.
My hips buck instinctively as hot come pulses out of me, directly down his throat. So deep, that swallowing isn’t an option.
Breathing heavily, I pull out and let him lick me clean, cock twitching with aftershocks.
Myles is silently begging that I’m not finished with him yet.Eyes full of longing, he licks his lips, still on his knees.
He doesn’t say anything but those wild eyes aren’t just full of submission anymore. They’re full of something that makes me want to drag him into bed and give him what we’ve both been missing.
Releasing a shaky breath, I tuck my dick away and stare down at him. If I don’t walk away now, I know I’m going to be hard again in two minutes.
I hate how good he is at this. How he plays me and makes me want to give him everything.
But I have to stay in control.
“Talk to Zane. I won’t have this shit under my roof,” I order, turning to leave.
Pausing at the threshold, jaw tight, I throw one last look at him.
He’s still on his knees, chest heaving, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. He looks wrecked but not broken.
Never broken.
And fuck, I want to drag him into the bed and ruin us both.
But I can’t afford to want him right now.
Not when he’s being manic and downright reckless.
I need to stick to why I came in here in the first place.
“If you two keep fighting over her… I’ll get rid of her myself,” I grind out and slam the door behind me.
Chapter 11
Myles
My throat still feels raw.
It was rough.
So fucking hot.
That wasn’t just punishment for what happened with the girl. He couldn’t give two fucks what happens to her. That was him reminding me who I belong to.
Reminding me that I’mhis.
And goddamn, I needed that more than I knew.
But it's the silence afterwards that always gets me. His absence.
I sit on the edge of the mattress, fingers laced behind my neck, elbows on my knees and head hanging, trying not to think about my little doe’s face last night. Or the way she’d flinched like I was a monster.
Phoenix’s words keep circling my mind like a buzzard waiting for something to die.
