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She’s everything.

And we’re going to ruin each other in totally opposite ways.

My balls draw up tight as flames lick my spine, a powerful orgasm bearing down on me. I work her clit with shaking hands, kissing her clumsily.

But it’s enough, and seeing me getting closer to depravity must really get her going because she comes again.

And now I’m going to.

“On your knees,” I snap, and she drops instantly, choosing the perfect moment to start being compliant.

I stroke my dick hard and fast, my come shooting all over her, marking and claiming her.

No matter what our future holds, Belle will never forget me.

She rubs some of the cum from her breast onto her fingertip and puts it in her mouth. “I love the taste of you.”

“Come here,” I command, yanking her to her feet. “Let’s go have a shower and then I’ll kiss your pretty pussy better.”

“Adam,” she says, and her eyes are full of unshed tears. “Please don’t make me leave.”

Fuck.

This girl is going to change my life – change me – forever.

She isn’t going to be someone I can forget about.

“Okay, fine,” I say, blowing out a long breath. “You can sleep over.”

She looks so goddamn happy that it’s worth breaking the very important rule.

I’ll just drug myself into oblivion, and hopefully, it will be enough.

Chapter 21

Belle

Adam’sontopofme, the rich masculine scent of his skin enveloping me and slowly teasing my brain from a sleepy daze.

But something isn’t right. Pain that I can’t place inflates my chest like a balloon, and suddenly I’m not slowly rising from consciousness.

It’s full-fledged panic making my eyes snap open as I realize it’s not sex Adam wants. He’s gripping my throat way too hard, and it’s like he’s trying to… hurt me.

Putting all the pieces together when I can barely think or breathe is like swimming through thick sludge and trying to reach the surface when I don’t know which way is up.

Nothing makes sense.

Adam wouldn’t hurt me.

I try to call out his name, but I can’t speak.

Even a gasp for breath that my lungs are burning for is out of reach.

It’s so dark in Adam’s room. When we first snuggled in bed, he pressed some buttons to shutter the gigantic windows, and I noticed right away that it was pitch black.

I commented that it was like a dark, cozy cave, just for the two of us to shut the outside world away.

It was safe and secure, and I was so happy to finally be spending the night with him.

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