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“You think that’s all I cared about?” Her hands slide over my shoulders and down my arms while she leans in until her tits press against my back. Her lips find the side of my neck and I groan as she plants light, burning kisses against my skin.

“If all I cared about was losing my virginity, I would have slept with any man who came along. I told you, that’s not what it was about. It was about you. I only wanted you.” She slides an arm beneath one of mine, her fingers dancing along my abs before creeping lower, down to where my raging erection tents the towel.

“You can’t have me after this. We both know it. Why get in the habit now?”

“You can look at it another way. I’m not going to have you after this, so why not take advantage of the time we have left? You said it’ll be at least an hour. That could feel like forever if you play your cards right.”

I wish I was stronger. I wish I had it in me to do the right thing.

Like right now, when I should tell her I plan to leave her family for good once we make it out of this. Because it’s the only way I’ll be able to spend the rest of my life without her and not completely lose my mind. Otherwise I’d be forced to watch her get married off to some suitable husband from another family.

There’s no way I could stand back and watch that happen without killing the fucker for touching her.

“Please, Beckett. Please, lie down with me. Make love to me. We both know it’s for the last time, so let’s at least take advantage.”

It’s no use. I can’t fight it anymore. I never stood a chance.

Chapter Eleven – Olivia

Tears fill my eyes when he turns and kisses me. I was so afraid he would turn me down. Now I know what it feels like to put myself out there and risk rejection. I guess that was something I never had to think much about before. Life is safer that way.

But now he’s kissing me—slowly, deeply, and I melt against him with every brush of his tongue, every movement of his lips. I lie back and he follows me, giving me one last kiss before propping himself up on one elbow to stare at my body.

“I can’t lie.” He runs a forefinger from my chin down my throat, tracing an invisible line that feels like fire. “I’ve imagined you this way so many times.”

“You have?”

“I was starting to think I might have an addiction.” He begins exploring my boobs, almost playful as he strokes and massages them before circling my nipples with his thumb. It’s torture, but I’d kill him if he stopped. “An addiction to jerking off thinking about you.”

Oh, God. I’m dripping wet, and now there’s a wet spot growing under my ass. I rub my legs together but there’s no relief there—if anything, it only makes the ache worse. But the thought of him touching himself while imagining me is so incredibly hot, I can’t stand it.

He lowers his head and I watch, holding my breath, until his tongue brushes against my nipple. And then I have to close my eyes as fresh waves of electricity spread all through my body. My back arches and I reach blindly for him, finding the back of his head and running my fingers through his thick hair.

“I could do this all day,” he growls. “Playing with you, listening to the moans and sighs and squeals.” He gives me another lick before moving to the other nipple.

“Just don’t stop…” I beg. My clit hurts, it’s so swollen and throbbing. I’m going to need him to touch me there soon, or I might die from it.

“I have no intention of stopping.” Now he closes his lips around one nipple while playing with the other, pinching and flicking until my moans sound more like frustrated sobs. My body is a live wire, ready to snap, and he’s hardly done anything to me yet.

“All the things I imagined,” he whispers before switching from one nipple to the other. “Filling you with my cock until you wept. Taking you somewhere in public where you’d have to be quiet or else risk us getting caught.”

“I like that idea,” I moan, envisioning it in my head.

“I even thought about tying you to a bed. Spread eagle. Totally at my mercy. Where I could fill your mouth and your pussy or even just jerk off to the sight of you.”

And now I see that, too, and my entire body burns. Being at his mercy. Never knowing what’s coming next. Totally succumbing to his every dark wish.

By the time he begins stroking my slick lips, I’m already so close to coming my hips shoot up off the bed and I can’t help screaming. “Let me come! Oh, God, please!”

“That’s right,” he whispers in my ear, chuckling at my desperation. “Beg me for it. Beg me to let you come, Princess.”

“Please, please, Beckett.” I grind my hips, agonized, right on the edge. But he keeps pulling back instead of giving me what I need. “Please, let me come. I need to come…”

“And when you do,” he whispers, “you’re going to scream my name. Say it.”

“Yes! Yes, anything!” I sob.

“Good girl.” With that, he strums my clit just once.

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