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I couldn’t fucking remember.

I spun her around to face the shower wall, glad I’d installed a state-of-the-art water system — one that never ran out of hot water — when I’d designed the house.

She offered me her delicious ass and I grabbed it in both hands and squeezed. “I fucking love your body.” I positioned my dick between her ass cheeks, slid it between her thighs, moved my hips through the soaking folds of her pussy.

“You know why I gave you shit for letting your ass hang out of your shorts?”

“Why?” she gasped, pushing back against me, making it clear what she wanted.

“Because it fucking made me want to do this.” I drove into her hard and fast and was rewarded with her curse of pleasure. “Made me want to take you right there in the kitchen, fuck you with everyone watching.” I spread her ass cheeks and pushed farther into her, felt the head of my cock hit the end of her channel. “Put your hands on the wall.”

“Oh my god…” she moaned.

“That’s right,” I said. “When we’re alone, I am your god. And you will fucking obey. Now put your motherfucking hands on the wall.”

She did, and I pushed into her again and again, then slipped my hand around her waist to play with her hard little clit.

She moaned and moved with me, another climax building, her pussy clamping down on my cock as I felt my own orgasm build.

“I’m going to come, Jezebel. You want me to pull out?” I wanted to give her one last chance, because the truth was, I’d fucking love to put a baby inside her.

I didn’t care that it was reckless and impractical. I wanted her to be part of me forever, but I would never do that to her without her permission.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she said.

It was the hottest fucking thing she could have said, and I spilled my come into her with a roar, then heard her scream, felt her tremble underneath me as she came with me.

My entire world broke apart, everything bad in my life falling away in the sweet oblivion of her body. I’d never felt anything like it — not in the rage I carried like a torch or the violence that had been my favorite outlet.

She was the sweetest fucking refuge I’d ever found.

When we were done, I sat on the shower bench and pulled her onto my lap. She laid her head back against my chest, and if I’d died right then, I would have died a happy man.

“Want me to leave?” she finally asked, her voice hesitant.

“No, I don’t want you to fucking leave, Jezebel.”Ever. “I want us to finish our fucking shower. Then I want you in my bed.”

Every fucking night of my life.

That part would have to go unspoken. I’d been honest when I’d said I wasn’t like Drago or Rock. I couldn’t give her the same things they could give her, couldn’t give her much of anything except her face branded on my chest, her name branded on my heart where no one could see it but me.

Chapter42

Willa

Iwoke up naked and pressed against a rock-solid wall of man muscle. For a split second, I thought it must be Rock or Oscar, then it all came rushing back.

Yep, I had really fucked Neo.

No, that wasn’t right. What we’d done hadn’t been as generic as fucking. It had been an apocalyptic experience, one that had blotted out everything I thought I knew about him.

Everything I thought I knew about myself.

I had a flash of his naked body in the shower, his face between my thighs, his scarily big dick inside me while I watched, the possession on his face when he’d told me to never talk about anyone else when we were together.

That had been my bad. I’d just been so shocked by the pussy slap. I mean, who could blame me? And why hadn’t someone told me it was hot af?

I shifted carefully, lifting my head from his chest and looking down at him. He looked different in sleep. Almost peaceful, the tension in his jaw loosened, the fire in his eyes hidden.

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